Leaving sweet lovely Derry to fair London town
There is no better harbour on this coast can be found
Where the children do wander and [?]
And the joy bells are ringing for the maid of Coolmore
The first time I met her she passed me by
And the next time I saw her she bid me goodbye
But the third time I met her she made my heart sore
As she sailed out of [?] and away from Coolmore
And if I had the power a great storm to rise
A wind to blow high and the seas [?] 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 seek
It's there I know no-one nor no-one knows me
And if don't find her I'll return home no more
Like a pilgrim I will wander for the maid of Coolmore
For the maid of Coolmore
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