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?