The maid of Culmore, song

Corney McDaid, singing in English
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Leaving sweet lovely Derry bound for fair London town
There is no better harbour all around can 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 my love she passed me by
And the next time I saw her she bade me good-bye
And the last time I saw her she grieved my heart sore
For she left lovely Derry and sailed away around Culmore

If I had the power the storms to rise
The wind for to blow high and to darken the sky
The wind for to blow high and the salt seas to roar
To the day that my darling sailed away around Culmore

To the back parts of America my love I’ll go and seek
For it’s there I know no one nor 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

see also   The maid of Culmore / Denis McDaid