Maid Of Culmore Lyrics - Cara Dillon

Leaving sweet lovely Derry for fair London town 

There is no finer 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 her she passed me by 

And the next time I saw her she bid me goodbye 

But the last time I saw her it grieved my heart sore 

For she sailed down Loch Foyle and away from Culmore 

If I had the power the storms for to rise 

I would make the wind blow and I'd darken the skies 

I would make the wind blow high and the salt seas to roar 

Till the day that my darling sailed away from Culmore 

To the back parts of America my love I'll go and 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