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

Some of them knew fortune
Some of them knew fame
More of them knew hardship
Died upon the plain
They spread throughout the nation
They rode the railroad cars
Brought their songs and music
To ease their lonely hearts