The Faughan Slide Songtext
von Jack Warnock

A stream like a crystal it runs down
It′s plainly to be seen
And it's there you′ll find the Irish oak
Trimmed with the ivy green
Where the shamrock, rose, the thistle grow
The lily too beside
There flourish all together, boys
Along the Faughan side


It's just three miles from Derry
To the bridge at Drumahoe
It's there I′ve spent some happy days
In the days of long ago
Where the lads do sport, the fair maids a-court
And small fish gently glide
In the blooming Spring, the small birds sing
Along the Faughan side

Well if you could see this lovely place
All in the summertime
Each bush, each tree there looks so gay
Each meadow in its prime
Where the blackbird and the golden thrush
They tune their notes so gay
But still I have a notion of
Going to Amerikay


Oh, the leaving of this lovely place
It grieves my heart full sore
But the leaving of my own true love
It grieves me ten times more
And if ever I return again
It′s her I'll make my bride
And I′ll roll her in my arms, me boys
Along the Faughan side