How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that little brook still leaping there?
Does it still run down to Donegal
Through Killybegs, Kilkerry and Kildare?
How are things in Glocca Mora?
Is that willow tree still weeping there?
Does that lassie with the twinkling eye come smiling by
And does she walk away
Sad and dreamy there, not to see me there?
So I ask each weeping willow
And each brook along the way
And each lass who comes a-sighing too ra lay
How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?