Lyrics The Maid of Culmore - Cara Dillon

The Maid of Culmore

Leaving sweet lovely Derry for fair London town
There is no finer harbour all around can be found
Where the children each evening go down to the shore
And the joy bells are ringing for the maid of Culmore
The first time I met her she passed me by
And the next time that I met her she bid me goodbye
But the last time I met her it broke my heart sore
For she sailed out of Ireland and away from Culmore
If I had the power the storms for to rise
I would blow the wind high and I’d darken the skies
I would blow the wind higher and salt seas to roar
For the day that my darling sailed away from Culmore
To the far shore of Americay my love I 'll go seek
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