Lough Trusk

In dark Donegal there's a spot in the mist
Where wildness and beauty's combined
It's a gem of Old Ireland called bonny Lough Trusk.
And it's equal on earth you won't find.
It's there the wild ducks swim in pride by her mate
When the moorcock proclaims it is dawn
And the little brown hare, Jamie failed to snare
Steals her breakfast from Kelly's green lawn.

You have read of the lake's of Killarney so fair
Or perhaps them a visit your dair
Or roaming by the banks of Loch Lomond so rare
By the side of some pretty young maid
But go where you may and return some day
The truth you'll confess for you must
The artists may paint it and poet's portray
They can never compare with bonny Lough Trusk.

At dawn by the lake it is pleasant to dwell
When the shadows of evening disclose
Famed Waddell's green castle where Peggy astore
Strayed after her geese around the lake shore
You may have met maidens with dark wavy hair
And bangles of gold on their wrist
With their hobbies and goggles they could never compare
With the simple Colleens around Lough Trusk.

I long to be back in my home near Lough Trusk
My friends and relations to see
Through the groves of Kinletter to roam at the dusk
When the daisies bloom on Garanrea
I can't wait to see bonny Lough Trusk.