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 around the shore
And
the joybells are ringing 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 goodbye
But
the last time that I met her she grieved my heart so
For
she sailed down off Ireland away from Coolmore
If
I had the power or the strength to arise
I
would blow the wind back here for to turn the blue skies
I
would blow the wind back here to make the salt sea to rise
On
the day that my love sailed away from Coolmore
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