From sweet Londonderry To the fair London town There is no other like her! Anywere to be found! Where the children are smiling And playing round the shore And the joybell are ringing For the maid of Coolomore The first time I saw here She passed me on by The next time I saw here She bade me goodbye And the last time I saw here 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!