Nadia Birkenstock - The Maid Of Culmore lyrics
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 my love she passed me by,
And the next time that I saw her she bid me goodbye,
But the last time I saw her she grieved 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 make the wind blow and I'd darken the skies,
I would make the wind blow high and the salt seas to roar,
To the day that my darling sailed away from Culmore.
To the back parts of Americay my love I 'll go seek,
For it's there I know no-one and no-one knows me,
And if don't find her I'll return home no more,
Like a pilgrim I'll wander for the maid of Culmore.