The Maid of Culmore (Arr. Kevin Whyms)

From sweet lovely Derry for fair London town

There is no fairer* harbour all around can be found

Where the children do wander as they play along 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 that I saw her she bid me goodbye

But the last time I met her it broke my heart sore

For she sailed out of Ireland and away from Culmore.

If I had the power the storms for to rise

I would blow the wind higher, I would darken skies

I would blow the wind higher and salt seas to roar

On the day that my darling sailed away from Culmore.

From the shores of America, my love I’ll go seek

For it’s there I know no-one, and no-one knows me

But if I do not find her, I’ll return home no more

Like a pilgrim I’ll wander for the maid of Culmore.