Up in dear Donegal lies the fair town of Moville where friendliness greets one at every hall door, there in peace we did stroll on the path by the shoreline and sang the sweet songs we may sing never more We were happy as sandlarks beside the broad sea and as evening came on we still sang merrily, but that night o’er its waters, haunting gleams from each lamp brought the lost hopes … shattered dreams … of Magilligan Camp!