Christy Moore - Mary from dungloe

^FOh, ^Fthen fare ye wel^Gl, ^Fadd9sweet Donega^Fl, ^Fthe Rosses^Fadd9 and Gwee^Fdore. ^FI'm cro^Gssing the^Fadd9 main ocea^Gn, ^Fwhere the foaming^F billows ^Amroar, ^Fit breaks my ^Gheart f^Fadd9rom you to par^Gt, ^Fadd9where I spent many ^Fhappy d^Amays. ^FFarewell to ^Gkind ^Fadd9relation^Fs for I'm ^Fbound^Fadd9 for Ameri^Fkay. (Daniel O'Donnell Ladies and Gentlemen)

^FAh, then Mary, ^Gyou're my ^Fadd9hearts deligh^Ft, ^Fmy pride^Fadd9 and only car^Fe, ^Fit was your ^Gcruel^Fadd9 fathe^Gr would ^Fadd9not let ^Fme stay t^Amhere. ^FBut absence ^Gmakes the ^Fadd9heart grow ^Gfond and^Fadd9 when I'm o^F'er the ma^Amin, ^Fmay the Lord ^Gprotect my ^Fadd9darling ^Fgirl till ^FI r^Fadd9eturn a^Fgain.

^FAnd I wished I ^Gwas in ^Fadd9sweet Dung^Floe and ^Fseated ^Fadd9on the ^Fgrass. ^FAnd by my ^Gside a ^Fadd9bottle of w^Gine an^Fadd9d on my k^Fnee a l^Amass. ^FI'd call for ^Gliquor ^Fadd9of the be^Gst and^Fadd9 I'd pay ^Fbefore ^AmI go ^Fand I'd roll my ^GMary ^Fadd9in my ar^Fms in the ^Ftown of^Fadd9 sweet ^FDungloe.