I start my way to Donegal
And leave my dog at home alone
I drink a swill that tastes like [bad word] And step on the road to Sally
My way is hard and long today
So when I pass the half a way
I sit to relax and to drink
Some whiskey, gin or ale
 [bad word] to Donegal at night
And feel at once “there will be fight”
The brigands are in front of me
I cannot go to Sally
I turn around and start [bad word] Several quarters, it’s not a fun
So I sit to relax and to drink
Some whiskey, gin or ale

Hey-Ho! Continue to go
But near the pub I hear “Hello!”
My friend O’Connor’s [bad word] [bad word] He calls me and I smile
I enter the pub and meet my friends
In an hour begin to dance
But sit to relax and to drink 
Some whiskey, gin or ale

Will I ever reach my goal?
Sally’s waiting for me, I know
I feel myself a dirty pig
Can’t stop dancing [bad word] jig
I fall in a puddle, can hardly stand up
Peer at the bottom of my mug
Drink the last drop of my ale
And forget of my affair