There are wild and rocky hills on the coast of Donegal
And her fishermen are hardy, brave and free
And the big Atlantic swell is the place we know right well
As they fight to make a living from the sea
With a pleasant rolling sea and the herring running free
And our ships all diving gently through the foam
When the boats are loaded down, there'll be singing in the town
When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home
Now, you're headed out to sea and the wind is blowing free
And you cast your nets as rain begins to fall
And the clouds are riding high, and the winds will soon go by
And today you'll maybe take a bumper haul
With a pleasant rolling sea and the herring running free
And our ships all diving gently through the foam
When the boats are loaded down, there'll be singing in the town
When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home
Well, the weather's very rough, and the work gets plenty tough
And the ropes will raise the welts upon your hands
But you'll never leave the sea, for whoever you may be
When it's in your blood, it's hard to live on land
With a pleasant rolling sea and the herring running free
And our ships all diving gently through the foam
When the boats are loaded down, there'll be singing in the town
When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home
Now there's purple on the hills and there's green down by the shore
And the sun has cast its gold upon the sea
And there's silver down below, where the herring fishes go
If we catch them there'll be gold for you and me
With a pleasant rolling sea and the herring running free
And our ships all diving gently through the foam
When the boats are loaded down, there'll be singing in the town
When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home
With a pleasant rolling sea and the herring running free
And our ships all diving gently through the foam
When the boats are loaded down, there'll be singing in the town
When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home
When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home