.Chorusin 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 pains of hunger, drove a million from the land,
They journeyed not for glory,
Their motive was not greed,
A voya.
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