The Maid of Culmore

Ballad

Leaving sweet lovely Derry, for fair London town,
There is no finer harbour all around to be found,
Where the youngsters each evening, go down to the shore,
And the joy bells are ringing for the Maid of Culmore

The first time I saw her, she pass-ed me by
The next time I saw her, she bade me goodbye,
But the last time I saw her, it grieved my heart sore,
For she sailed down Lough Foyle and away from the shore

If I had the power, the storms for to rise
I would make the wind blow and I would darken the skies
I would make the wind blow and the salt seas to roar
‘Til the day that my darling sailed away from the shore

To the back parts of America, my love I’ll go see,
For it’s there I know no-one and no-one knows me,
And if I don’t find her, I’ll return home no more,
Like a pilgrim I’ll wander, for the Maid of Culmore

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