I have heard two version of this beautiful song, one by I think De Dannan and the other, (my favorite) by a man I have a recording off of Thistle and Shamrock years ago. The lyrics as I have heard them are:

From sweet Londonderry, to the fair London town,
There is no finer harbor, anywhere to be found,
Where the children each evening, they play 'round the shore,
And the joy bells are ringing, for the Maid of Culmore.

The first time that I met her, she passed me by,
And the next time that I met her, she bade me goodbye,
But the last time that I met her, she grieved my heart so,
For she sailed down Lough Foyle, away from Culmore.

If I had the power a storm for 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 Culmore.

To the north of Amerikay, my love I'll search for
For there I know no one and no one knows me.

Ah but should I not find her, I'll return home no more.
But like a pilgrim, I shall wander, for the Maid of Culmore.

Would that all men prove likewise!!

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