This one?

She left the fair shores of her own native Ireland;
She left them at noon on a sunshiney day.
She bade fond farewell to her friends and relations,
And she set sail for America so far far away.

It is little she thought as she stepped on the liner
That bore her away from the Foyle's sunny shore,
It is little she thiought as she stepped on the liner
That her own beloved Derry she'd never see more.

She landed one morning in New York's big city
Amidst all the hustle and bustle and care.
And she gazed in surprise at the New York skyscrapers
And she wished she was back home in her Derry so fair.

For years then she worked in a big mill in Boston.
The room it was dark and no sun did shine there.
The roses soon left the fair cheeks of young Ethna
And she pined like a caged bird for her Derry so fair.

One night as she lay in her cold attic chamber
She dreamed that her own darling true love was there;
But it was the angel of Death that so slowly came nigh her
And took away Ethna from this sad world of care.

We dug her a grave out at Holy Cross Abbey
Where many the exile a grave has found there;
One small sprig of shamrock we planted above her
And she sleeps her last slepp far far from Derry so fair.

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Suffolk Miracle, what's the title of this one? Young Buchan calls it "Derry So Fair" in this thread (click), but wasn't completely sure about the source.
-Joe Offer-