Lyrics Show Of Hands

Show Of Hands

The Setting / Mary From Dungloe

I’ll never forget

The walk to the station

Me with your suitcase being brotherly and strong

And trying to make light

Of the whole situation

In light conversation

We move through the throng

And you with your bright eyes

Best dressed for travelling

Me in my work clothes

Unshaven and plain

I fully intended to put in a half day

But my good intentions went with you on the train

And I never look back as the train left the station

Crossed over the roadway and in to the park

And there in a bar an old man was singing

And I sat there drinking until it grew dark

So dark

so fare you well sweet Donegal,

the Rosses and Gweedore.

I'm crossing the main ocean,

where plunging billows roar.

It breaks my heart for us to part,

we spent many happy days.

far away from friends and relations

I'm bound to Amerikay.

And I wish I was in sweet Dungloe

and seated on the grass.

And by my side a bottle of wine

and on my knee my lass.

I'd call for liquor of the best

and I'd pay before I would go,

And I'd roll my Mary in my arms

in the town of sweet Dungloe.

And now all the stars were all hidden by rain clouds,

The song of the old man still locked in my brain,

And all emigration, is the curse of a nation

The setting now fitting his sad sweet refrain.

And above all the roar of the town was the blue sky,

and I heard the birds singing dawn of the day.

And there was no support from the city forthcoming,

No sympathy numbing your going away.

It's hard to say goodbye.