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In the city of Chicago, as the evening shadows fall There are people dreaming of the hills of Donegal Eighteen forty-seven was the year it all began Deadly pains of hunger drove a million from the land They journeyed not for glory, their motive wasn＇t greed A voyage of survival across the stormy sea To the city of Chicago, as the evening shadows fall There are people dreaming of the hills of Donegal Some of them knew fortune and some of them knew fame More of them knew hardship, died upon the plane They spread throughout the nation, they rode the railroad cars Brought their songs and music to ease their lonely hearts To the city of Chicago, as the evening shadows fall There are people dreaming of the hills of Donegal