The Maid of Coolmore

From sweet Londonderry to fair London town
 There is no other nicer harbor anywhere to be found
 Where the children each evening is a-playin' 'round the shore
 And the joy bells are ringin' 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 good-bye
 But the last time that I met her, she grieved my heart sore
 For she sailed down Lough Foyle and away from Coolmore
 If I had the power, the storm to rise
 I would blow the wind higher for to darken the skies
 I would blow the wind higher to make the salt seas to roar
 On the day that my love sailed away from Coolmore
 To the north of America my love I'll search for
 For there I know no one, nor no one knows me
 But should I not find her, I'll return home no more
 But like a pilgrim I will wander 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 good-bye
 But the last time that I met her, she grieved my heart sore
 For she sailed down Lough Foyle and away from Coolmore