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Lyrics:
Eighteen forty-seven was the year it all began,
Deadly pains of hunger drove a million from the land;
They journeyed not for glory, their motive wasn't greed,
A voyage of survival across the stormy sea.
In the City Of Chicago, as the evening shadows fall,
There are people dreamin' of the hills of Donegal.
Some of them knew fortune, some of them knew fame,
More of them knew hardship and they died upon the plain;
They spread throughout the nation, they rode the railroad cars,
Brought their songs and their music to ease their lonely hearts.
In the City Of Chicago, as the evening shadows fall,
There are people dreamin' of the hills of Donegal.
1847 was the year it all began,
Deadly pains of hunger drove a million from the land;
They journeyed not for glory, their motive wasn't greed,
A voyage of survival across the stormy sea.
In the City Of Chicago, as the evening shadows fall,
There are people dreamin' of the hills of Donegal.
In the City Of Chicago, as the evening shadows fall,
There are people dreamin' of the hills of Donegal.