THE MAID OF COOLMORE

Chanson traditionnelle irlandaise / Arrangement : Christophe Goudot

From sweet Londonderry
To fair London town
There is no other nicer harbor
Anywhere to be found
Where the children each evening
Is a-playin’ ’round the shore
And the joy bells are ringin’
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 good-bye
But the last time that I met her,
She grieved my heart sore
For she sailed down Lough Foyle and
Away from Coolmore

If I had the power,
The storm to rise
I would blow the wind higher
For to darken the skies
I would blow the wind higher
To make the salt seas to roar
On the day that my love sailed
Away from Coolmore

To the north of Americay
My love I’ll search for
For there I know no one,
Nor no one knows me
But should I not find her,
I’ll return home no more
But like a pilgrim I will wander
For the maid of Coolmore