from sweet londonderry to the fair london town there is no other like her anywhere to be found where the children are smiling and playing round the shore and the joy bells are ringing for the maid of coolmore the first time i saw her she passed me on by and the next time i saw her she bade me goodbye and the last time i saw her she grieved my heart so as she sailed down the foyle and away from coolmore oh had i the power the storms for to arise i would let the wind blow i would darken the skies i would let the wind blow and the salt tides to roar to the day that my darling sailed away from coolmore to the far parts of america i will go my love to see and i will know no one nor no one knows me and if i dont find her ill return here no more like in exile i will wander for the maid of coolmore like in exile i will wander for the maid of coolmore like in exile i will wander for the maid of coolmore 