How Are Things In Glocca Morra?

I hear a bird, Londonderry bird,
It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word.
I hear a breeze, a River Shanon breeze,
It well may be it's followed me across the seas.
Then tell me please

How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that little brook still leaping there?
Does it still ɾun down to [C7]Donny cove?
Through Killybegs, Kilkerry and [Bm]Kildare?

How are things in Glocca Mora?
Is that willow tɾee still weeping there?
Does that lassie with the twinklin' eye
Come smilin' by and [Bm]does she walk away,

Sad and [Bm]dreamy [A]there not to [C7]see me there?
So I ask each weepin' willow and [Bm]each brook along [Am]the way,
And each lass that comes a-sighin' too ɾa lay
How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?