Sean McLaughlin - Carndonagh

Under the cross of St. ^EmBrigid and the ^FHoly ^CGhost Trekking for miles all over the ^GDonegal coast With a ^Cbottle of ^Emwhiskey and a ^Ffluttering ^Cheart For the smell of a ^Gpound, oh these ^Fhills had to ^Cpart

And he made his ^Emway down to ^FBelfast ^Ctown At the time the whole island was still ^Gunder the crown But when a ^Cso-called ^Emtruce only ^Fbrought more ^Cstrife Making the sign of the ^Gcross could cost ^Fyou your ^Clife

O Carn^Emdonagh well ^FI didn’t ^Cknow ya Though I swear in dreams ^GI’ve been over Well I’d ^Csail a million ^Emmiles on the ^FIrish ^CRover To spend a little ^Gtime over ^Fin Carndo^Cnagh

Immig^Emration, ^Foh to ^Cstay Though millions had gone before it doesn’t ^Gease the pain But when a ^Cfella was ^Emshot done for the ^Fway that he ^Cprayed He took a ship and his ^Gchances to the ^FUS^CA

And he settled ^Emover in ^FBoston ^Ctown Oh it was nice not to hear ^GCroppy lie down And he ^Cmade a little ^Emsomething out of ^Fnothing at ^Call But his thoughts always ^Gwandered off to ^FDoneg^Cal

O Carn^Emdonagh well ^FI didn’t ^Cknow ya Though I swear in dreams ^GI’ve been over Well I’d ^Csail a million ^Emmiles on the ^FIrish ^CRover To spend a little ^Gtime over ^Fin Carndo^Cnagh

Well the years go ^Emby but the ^Flove‘s still ^Cthere And there are nights oh I swear l ^Ghear him in prayer ^COh and from this ^Emearth he is ^Flong since ^Cgone I feel the presence of his ^Gsoul when I ^Fsing this ^Csong

O Carn^Emdonagh well ^FI didn’t ^Cknow ya Though I swear in dreams ^GI’ve been over Well I’d ^Csail a million ^Emmiles on the ^FIrish ^CRover To spend a little ^Gtime over ^Fin Carndo^Cnagh

O Carn^Emdonagh well ^FI didn’t ^Cknow ya Though I swear in dreams ^GI’ve been over Well I’d ^Csail a million ^Emmiles on the ^FIrish ^CRover To spend a little ^Gtime over ^Fin Carndo^Cnagh