The Maid of Coolmore Songtext
von ANÚNA

From sweet Londonderry to fair London town
There is no better harbour on this coast can be found
Where the children do wander as they play along the shore
And the joy bells are ringing for the maid of Coolmore


The first time that I met her, she passed me by.
The next time that I saw her, she bid me goodbye
But the third time I met her, she grieved my heart sore
For she sailed down Lough Foyle and away from Coolmore.

If I had the power, a great storm to rise
The wind to blow high and the seas for to roar
The wind to blow high and to darken the skies
The day that my true love sailed away from Coolmore.

To the north coast of America my love I′ll go see,
It is there I know no one and no one knows me.
But if I do not find her I'll return home no more
Like a pilgrim I′ll wander for the maid of Coolmore.