from sweat londonderry to the fair london town
there's no other nicer harbour anywhere to be found
where the children each evening is a-playing round the shore
and the joybells are ringing 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 goodbye
but the last time that i met her she grieved my heart so
for she sailed down loch foyle and away from coolmore

if i had the power the storm to rise
i would blow the wind higher for to darken the sky
i would blow the wind again to make the salt sea roar
on the day that my love set sail away from coolmore

to the land of americay my love i set for
for the day i land that i know no one knows me
for if i should not find her i'll return no more
but like a pilgrim i will wonder for the maid of coolmore

this song has haunted me for 26 years, as has most of the things that the bothy band did,,,, but that is what life is really all about
the first verse is not right but we're getting there, a few wee drams and we'll crack it. love to you all and fuck polliticians nick