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In the city of Chicago

As the evening shadows fall


There are people dreaming

Of the hills of Donegal



Eighteen forty seven

was the year it all began

Deadly pains 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



To the city of Chicago

As the evening shadows fall

There are people dreaming

Of the hills of Donegal



Some of them knew fortune

Some of them knew fame

More of them knew hardship

They died upon the plain

They spread throughout the nation

They rode the railroad cars

Brought their songs and music

To ease their lonely hearts



To the city of Chicago

As the evening shadows fall

There are people dreaming

Of the hills of Donegal



Eighteen forty seven

was the year it all began

Deadly pains of hunger

Drove a million from this land

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