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From Burtonport they set their sail
Through fog and rain, the night grew frail
Twenty souls with hearts so brave
Nineteen lost to the ocean's grave
Oh, Arranmore, your tide did roar
And claimed the lives we still adore
But one held fast through freezing night
Patrick's hands clung to hope's faint light
Potato fields in Scotland's rain
They labored hard, then home again
But fate was cruel, the sea was wild
It stole the mother, father, child
"From sorrow rose a bond so strong
A fund, a song, to carry on
The Donegal hearts in Dublin stand
To aid the isle, to lend a hand"
Oh, Arranmore, your tide did roar
