When the golden sun is setting
Far beyong the ocean blue
The silvery moon is raising
Over the glittering mountain dew
I'll oft time dream of Erin
And my friends so far away
And the bonnie heather Fanal
On the banks of Mulroy Bay
I'll often see my mother
Sitting by her cottage door
My sisters and my brothers
As they wander round the shore
On a lovely summer's evening
In that dear land far away
And the fishing boats that anchor
On the banks of Mulroy Bay
I may never see my Mary
Or the place where I was born
I may never see the reaper
Moving down that yellow corn
Still I long for dear old Fanad
Where I sported light and gay
With the boys in Ballyherin
On the banks of Mulroy Bay
I'm not the only exsire
Far from my neighbour form
A pull full all and stranger
Or this white were I most strong
Still I never forget old Ireland
On that morning dark and grey
When I bade farewell to Mary
On the banks of Mulroy Bay
