Bothy Band The Maid Of Coolmore
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 around 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 off Ireland away from Coolmore
If I had the power or the strength to arise I would blow the wind back here for to turn the blue skies I would blow the wind back here to make the salt sea to rise On the day that my love sailed away from Coolmore
