Traditional Irish Folk
Mulroy Bay
[Intro]

[Verse 1]
When the golden sun is setting far beyond the ocean blue
The silvery moon is rising o'er the glittering mountain dew
I often dream of Erin and my friends so far away
And the lonely hills of [?] on the banks of Mulroy Bay

[Verse 2]
I often see my mother sitting by her cottage door
My sisters and my brothers as they wander on the shore
On a lovely summers' evening in that dear land faraway
And the fishing boats that anchor on the banks of Mulroy Bay

[Verse 3]
I may never see my Mary or the place where I was born
I may never see the reapers mowing down that yellow corn
Still I long for dear old Fanad where I sported light and gay
With the boys from Ballyhillin on the banks of Mulroy Bay

[Verse 4]
And now my lonely exit far from my native home
A poor forlorn stranger; this wide world I must roam
Still I ne'er forget old Ireland or that morning dark and grey
When I bade farewell to Mary on the banks of Mulroy Bay