In the City of Chicago

In the City of Chicago, as the evening shadows fall
there are people dreamin' of the hills of Donegal

1847 was the year it all began
deadly pains of hunger drove a million from our land
they journyed not for glory, their mission wasn't greed
a journey for survival across the stromy sea

Some of them knew fortune and some of them knew fame
more of them knew hardship and died upon the plain
the spread throughout the nation, they rode the railroad cars
brought their songs and music, to ease their lonely hearts