From sweet Londonderry, to the fair London town
There is no other like her, anywhere to be found!
Where the children are smiling, and playing 'round the shore
And the joy bells are ringing, for the maid of Coolmore

The first time I saw her, she passed me on by
And the next time I saw her, she bade me goodbye
And the last time I saw her she grieved my heart so!
As she sailed down the Foyle, and away from Coolmore

Oh, had I the power, the storms for to arise
I would let the wind blow, I would darken the skies
I would let the wind blow, and the salt tides to roar
To the day that my darling, sailed away from Coolmore!

To the far parts of America, I will go my love to see
And I will know no one, nor no one knows me
And if I don’t find her, I’ll return here no more
Like in exile I will wander, for the maid of Coolmore!
Like in exile I will wander, for the maid of Coolmore!
Like in exile I will wander, for the maid of Coolmore!