[ti:Maid of Culmore]
[ar:Cara Dillon]
[al:Cara Dillon]
[00:00.56]Maid of Culmore--Cara Dillon
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[00:04.87]Leaving sweet lovely Derry for fair London town
[00:14.92]There is no finer harbour all around can be found
[00:25.60]Where the younsters each evening go down to the shore
[00:36.17]And the joy bells are ringing for the maid of Culmore
[00:48.52]The first time I saw her she passed me by
[00:58.46]And the next time I saw her she bid me goodbye
[01:08.37]But the last time I saw her it grieved my heart sore
[01:19.37]For she sailed down Loch Foyle and away from Culmore
[01:28.71]If I had the power the storms for to rise
[01:38.17]I would make the wind blow and I’d darken the skies
[01:49.69]I would make the wind blow high and the salt seas to roar
[02:00.77]Til the day that my darling sailed away from Culmore
[02:11.10]To the back parts of America my love I’ll go and see
[02:20.39]For it’s there I know no-one and no-one knows me
[02:30.75]And if I don’t find her I’ll return home no more
[02:41.38]Like a pilgrim I’ll wander for the maid of Culmore
