Chorus:
In the city of Chicago
As the evening shadows fall
There are people dreaming
Of the hills of Donegal
1847 was the year it all began
Deadly pain 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
Chorus
Some of them knew fortune
And some of them knew fame
More of them knew hardship
Died upon the plain
They spread troughout the nation
They rode the railroad cars
Brought their songs and music
To ease their lonely hearts
Chorus
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