Leaving sweet lovely Derry for fair London town,
There is no finer harbour all around can be found,
Where the children each evening go down to the shore,
And the joy bells are ringing for the maid of Culmore.
The first time I met her she passed me by,
And the next time that I met 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 high and I'd darken the skies,
I would blow the wind higher and salt seas to roar,
For the day that my darling sailed away from Culmore.
To the far shore 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.
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- Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets (Original...
- A Thousand Hearts
- Hill Of Thieves
- Sweet Liberty
- Cara Dillon
- Miscellaneous
- After The Morning
- Non-Album Releases
- Uncut: Brand New Noise
- BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards 2015
- Transatlantic Sessions - Series 6, Vol. Three
- Live at the Grand Opera House
- Other Voices: Songs From a Room 2
- A Collection of Contemporary Irish Music & Film
- Tønder Festival 2003
- TFF Rudolstadt 2002
- Celtic Stars Mytic Waves
- Cool as Folk
- Putumayo Presents: Celtic Crossroads
- fRoots 18