My heart was warm with family love, as I slipped into a chair
Beside my Uncle John my daughters 'cross the table there
I'd walked the docks in misty rain; a pain was in my legs
But I'd seen the dream of kinsmen in the boats of k**ybegs
The ban'er of my Uncle and my daughters filled the air
And the Donegalers next to us were glad that we were there
I was kind of quite listening out the window ledge
For the music of the harbour, the birds of k**ybegs
Down the coast not far was Galway, planned the joys from Connemara
After supper and a sleep, we would be going there tomorra'
I worried if my words would ere be sung by Irishmen
Or rot here on the docks, like the fish of k**ybegs
A radio was playin' though we never heard a word
For the rhythm of the music was familiar if absurd
A hearkening intensity for silence did I beg
Oh what a song was playing in the air of k**ybegs
I couldn't quite believe it for it sounded rather strange
The instruments were different and the key had been changed
I reached to turn the volume up, then teeter on my leg
A girl from Tipperary sang my song in k**ybegs