Rita Connolly - The Rescue Of Hugh De Lacey lyrics

Hugh de Lacy He is going down He is going down Hugh de Lacy His race is run His race is run As the ship goes under White peaks of foam Go soaring up the cliffs of Achill Many men roll away this night Let no one say The O'Malley's fear their own water Nor did they Ever lose a chance For plundering shipwreck Heave ho Hugh de Lacy He has won my heart He has won my heart Hugh de Lacy They have cut him down They have cut him down Oh I shall have My vengeance sweet My vengeance sweet