From sweet Londonderry to fair London town There is no better harbour on this coast can be found Where the children do wander as they play along the shore And the joy bells are ringing for the maid of Coolmore The first time that I met her, she passed me by. The next time that I saw her, she bid me goodbye But the third time I met her, she grieved my heart sore For she sailed down Lough Foyle and away from Coolmore. If I had the power, a great storm to rise The wind to blow high and the seas for to roar The wind to blow high and to darken the skies The day that my true love sailed away from Coolmore. To the north coast of America my love I'll go see, It is there I know no one and no one knows me. But if I do not find her I'll return home no more Like a pilgrim I'll wander for the maid of Coolmore.