The Banks Of The Foyle

I know a wee spot, it's a place of great fame

It lies to the North, and I'll tell you its name

It's my own native birthplace, and it lies an Irish soil

And they call it lovely Derry on the banks of the Foyle

I courted a wee girl, her age was nineteen

She was the fairest young maiden that I'd ever seen

Her cheeks were like roses and here hair waved in coil

And she came from lovely Derry on the banks of the Foyle

But then cruel misfortune drove me from home

'Twas my fate in deep sorrow to sail over the foam

And now from dark strangers, in grief, I recoil

While I pine from dear old Derry on the banks of the Foyle

I was fearing that another had a place in her heart

And that from my darling forever I would part

That no more would she brighten with her sweet sunny smile

My home in lovely Derry on the banks of Foyle

But a wee bird came flying from over the sea

And he brought me a letter from my true love to see

Saying " come home, my darling, to your own native soil

And we'll wed you in lovely Derry on the banks of the Foyle

Now when I make a fortune, then it's home I will go

To the dear land of my childhood, to the sweet one, I know

I will build her a mansion, and no more will we toil

Far away from lovely Derry on the banks of the Foyle