Leaving sweet lovely Derry to fair London town There is no better harbour on this coast can be found Where the children do wander and [?] And the joy bells are ringing for the maid of Coolmore
The first time I met her she passed me by And the next time I saw her she bid me goodbye But the third time I met her she made my heart sore As she sailed out of [?] and away from Coolmore
And if I had the power a great storm to rise A wind to blow high and the seas [?] 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 seek It´s there I know no-one nor no-one knows me And if don´t find her I´ll return home no more Like a pilgrim I will wander for the maid of Coolmore