G                   C       G           F       C  G
There are wild and rocky hills on the coast of Donegal.
                   Em                    A
And the fishermen are hearty, brave and free,
    G         C        G      F                 C      G
And the big Atlantic swell is a thing they know right well,
                      D               G
As they fight to take a living from the sea.

[Chorus]

       G           C      G       C                   G
With a pleasant, rolling sea and the herring running free,
                         Em                   A
And the fleet all riding gently through the foam,
         G           C      G                C            G
When the boats are loaded down there'll be singing in the town,
                    D                    G
When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home.

[Verse 2]

G                   C       G           F       C  G
Well you've donned your rubber boots and you've got your oil-skins on,
                   Em                    A
And you check your gear to see that it's okay,
    G         C        G      F                 C      G
And your jumper keeps you warm for it's cold before the dawn,
                      D               G
And you're ready to begin another day.

[Chorus]
       G           C      G       C                   G
With a pleasant, rolling sea and the herring running free,
                         Em                   A
And the fleet all riding gently through the foam,
         G           C      G                C            G
When the boats are loaded down there'll be singing in the town,
                    D                    G
When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home.

[Verse 3]

G                   C       G           F       C  G
Now you're headed out to sea and the wind is running free,
                   Em                    A
And you cast your nets as rain begins to fall,
    G         C        G      F                 C      G
But the sun comes riding high and the clouds will soon go by,
                      D               G
And today you'll maybe take a bumper haul.


[Chorus]
       G           C      G       C                   G
With a pleasant, rolling sea and the herring running free,
                         Em                   A
And the fleet all riding gently through the foam,
         G           C      G                C            G
When the boats are loaded down there'll be singing in the town,
                    D                    G
When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home.

[Verse 4]

G                   C       G           F       C  G
When the weather's blowing rough and the work gets very tough,
                  Em                    A
And the ropes will raise the welts upon your hands,
    G         C        G      F                 C      G
But you'll never leave the sea for whoever you may be,
                      D               G
When it's in your blood it's hard to live on land.

[Chorus]
       G           C      G       C                   G
With a pleasant, rolling sea and the herring running free,
                         Em                   A
And the fleet all riding gently through the foam,
         G           C      G                C            G
When the boats are loaded down there'll be singing in the town,
                    D                    G
When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home.

[Verse 5]
G                   C       G           F       C  G
Well there's purple on the hills and there's green down by the shore,
                  Em                    A
And the sun has spilled his gold upon the sea,
    G         C        G      F                 C      G
And there's silver down below where the herring fishes go,
                      D               G
When we catch them there'll be gold for you and me.

[Chorus]
       G           C      G       C                   G
With a pleasant, rolling sea and the herring running free,
                         Em                   A
And the fleet all riding gently through the foam,
         G           C      G                C            G
When the boats are loaded down there'll be singing in the town,
                    D                    G
When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home.