The Blow-In.

Blow-ins, that's what were know as round these parts
Us from an another race,
Folk that weren't born here
Ones from a different place.

Yet you welcome us with open arms
As we watch your homely truth,
Will you take a drop of tae, you asked
It'll help you quench yer drewth.

And you know just why we came here
To this forgotten land,
With your sea and lough's and mountains
And those endless golden sands.

Your a funny, fiercely proud lot
For your flag of green and gold,
Yet your kind and open hearted
That's a rare gift seldom told.

And if you have a drink with them, be warned
They'll keep you all night long,
For the pint's will keep on flowing
Like their music and their song.

And so, I'm proud to be a blow-in
In this place, I now call home,
Amongst the kind and gentle hearted folks
Of the county Donegal.