Dingle Bay

The sun is sinkin' 'twards the westward The fleet is leaving Dingle shore Mare brown sits glistening in the sunset As they reach the fishing ground near Scellig Mor And through the night, men toil until the daybreak While at home their wives and sweethearts kneel and pray That God may guard them and protect them And to send them safely back to Dingle Bay I see the green isle of Valentia I mind the caves around Lough Lein And gannets winging with abandon As they watch the silver store that comes their way I also see a ship on the horizon She is sailing to a country far away And on board are exiles feeling lonely As they wave a fond farewell to Dingle Bay Now the years have passed since I came homeward And time has left me old and grey Oh, I sit and muse about my childhood And the happy hours I spent at Dingle Bay And the happy hours I spent at Dingle Bay