文本歌词

The Hills Above Drumquin - Margo
God bless the Hills of Donegal
I've heard your praises sung
In days long gone beyond recall
When I was very young
But I would pray to see a day
Before life's course is run
That I sould sing the praises
Of the hills above Drumquin
That love the hills of Dooish
Be the heather-clad or lea
The wooded Glens of Cooel
And the Fort at Dun na ree
The green clad slopes of Kirlish
As they meet the setting sun
Descending in it's glory
On the hills above Drumquin
I've run the Scottish Highlands
They have beauty wild and grand
I ambroed throgh the Lowlands
It's a cold and cheerless land
I am never be content
When each hard day's work was done
My heart went back at sunset
To the hills above Drumquin
Drumquin you're not a city
But you're all the world to me
Your lot I'll never pity
And you never greater be
I love you as I knew you
When from school I used to run
On my homeward journey through you
To the hills above Drumquin
As life is sad and dreary
And the tasks of life are sore
My feet are growing weary
I may never wander more
Oh lay me down in Langfield
When the colds of life are run
In the sheltering shades of Dooish
And the hills above and run