كلمات The Maid Of Coolmore

From sweet Londonderry to fair London town There is no other nicer harbor anywhere to be found Where the children each evening is a-playin' 'round the shore And the joy bells are ringin' for the maid of Coolmore The first time that I met her, she passed me by The next time that I met her, she bade me good-bye But the last time that I met her, she grieved my heart sore For she sailed down Lough Foyle and away from Coolmore If I had the power, the storm to rise I would blow the wind higher for to darken the skies I would blow the wind higher to make the salt seas to roar On the day that my love sailed away from Coolmore To the north of America my love I'll search for For there I know no one, nor no one knows me But should I not find her, I'll return home no more But like a pilgrim I will wander for the maid of Coolmore The first time that I met her, she passed me by The next time that I met her, she bade me good-bye But the last time that I met her, she grieved my heart sore For she sailed down Lough Foyle and away from Coolmore