Cara Dillon Maid of Culmore Lyrics:
Leaving sweet lovely Derry for fair London town,
There is no finer harbour all around can be found,
Where the youngsters each evening go down to the
shore, And the joy bells are ringing for the maid
of Culmore.

The first time I saw her she passed me by, And the
next time that I saw her she bid me goodbye, But
the last time I saw her it grieved my heart sore,
For she sailed down Loch Foyle and away from
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Culmore.

If I had the power the storms for to rise, I would
make the wind blow and I'd darken the skies, I
would make the wind blow high and the salt seas to
roar, Till the day that my darling away from
Culmore.

To the back parts of America my love I 'll go and
see, 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.
Lyrics: Maid of Culmore, Cara Dillon [end]