"The Passing Of The Gale" lyrics - THE IRISH ROVERS

They're going away. The shy eye'd colleens and the lads of the straight 'n tall
From the purple peaks from carrying from the Craigs' of Wild D'em Ole
From the greening plains of Antrim and the hills of Donnegal
They carry with them, a tear drop in the eye
Their days will go uncomforted, their nights and endless sigh