Later I remebered the first verse. So all together now:

From Sweet Lovely Derry to fair London town
There is no better harbour anywhere to be found
Where the youngsters each evening sport by the seashore
And the joybells they are ringing for the maid of Culmore

The first time I saw my love, she passed me on by
The next time I saw her, she bade me good-bye
The last time I saw her, she grieved my heart sore
As she sailed down the Foyle and away from Culmore

Oh, had I the power the storms for to rise
I would make the wind blow, I would darken the skies
I would make the wind blow and the salt seas to roar
To the day that my darling sailed away from Culmore

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To the far parts of America I will go my love to see
And I shall know no one , nor no one know me
And If I don't find her, I'll return here no more,
Like an exile I will wander for the Maid of Culmore.

--I also remember the title of the book, Songs of the People; the Sam Henry Collection. edited by John Moulden probably published by Blackstaff Press, Belfast