G C G F C G
There are wild and rocky hills on the coast of Donegal.
Em A
And the fishermen are hearty, brave and free,
G C G F C G
And the big Atlantic swell is a thing they know right well,
D G
As they fight to take a living from the sea.
[Chorus]
G C G C G
With a pleasant, rolling sea and the herring running free,
Em A
And the fleet all riding gently through the foam,
G C G C G
When the boats are loaded down there'll be singing in the town,
D G
When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home.
[Verse 2]
G C G F C G
Well you've donned your rubber boots and you've got your oil-skins on,
Em A
And you check your gear to see that it's okay,
G C G F C G
And your jumper keeps you warm for it's cold before the dawn,
D G
And you're ready to begin another day.
[Chorus]
G C G C G
With a pleasant, rolling sea and the herring running free,
Em A
And the fleet all riding gently through the foam,
G C G C G
When the boats are loaded down there'll be singing in the town,
D G
When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home.
[Verse 3]
G C G F C G
Now you're headed out to sea and the wind is running free,
Em A
And you cast your nets as rain begins to fall,
G C G F C G
But the sun comes riding high and the clouds will soon go by,
D G
And today you'll maybe take a bumper haul.
[Chorus]
G C G C G
With a pleasant, rolling sea and the herring running free,
Em A
And the fleet all riding gently through the foam,
G C G C G
When the boats are loaded down there'll be singing in the town,
D G
When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home.
[Verse 4]
G C G F C G
When the weather's blowing rough and the work gets very tough,
Em A
And the ropes will raise the welts upon your hands,
G C G F C G
But you'll never leave the sea for whoever you may be,
D G
When it's in your blood it's hard to live on land.
[Chorus]
G C G C G
With a pleasant, rolling sea and the herring running free,
Em A
And the fleet all riding gently through the foam,
G C G C G
When the boats are loaded down there'll be singing in the town,
D G
When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home.
[Verse 5]
G C G F C G
Well there's purple on the hills and there's green down by the shore,
Em A
And the sun has spilled his gold upon the sea,
G C G F C G
And there's silver down below where the herring fishes go,
D G
When we catch them there'll be gold for you and me.
[Chorus]
G C G C G
With a pleasant, rolling sea and the herring running free,
Em A
And the fleet all riding gently through the foam,
G C G C G
When the boats are loaded down there'll be singing in the town,
D G
When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home.
