How Are Things in Glocca Morra?

I hear a bird, Londonderry bird

It well may be he's bringing me a cheery word

I hear a breeze, a River Shannon breeze

It well may be it followed me across the sea

Then tell me please:

How are things in Glocca Morra?

Is that little brook still leaping there?

Does it still run down to Donny Cove

Through Killybegs, Kilkerry and Kildare?

How are things in Glocca Morra?

Is that willow tree still weeping there?

Does that laddie with the twinklin' eye

Come whistlin' by and does he walk away

Sad and dreamy there

Not to see me there?

So I ask each weepin' willow

And each brook along the way

And each lad that comes a-whistlin' tooralay

How are things in Glocca Morra

This fine day?

Ask each lad that comes a-whistlin' tooralay

How are things in Glocca Morra

This fine day?