The Willows - Maid of Culmore nd Fret Intro: Leaving sweet lovely Derry for fair London town There is no finer harbour all around can be found Where the youngsters each evening go down to the shore And the joy bells are ringing for the maid of Culmore The first time I saw her, she passed me by And the next time I saw her, she bid me goodbye And the last time I saw her, it grieved my heart sore For she sailed out of Ireland, away from Culmore If I had the power the storms for to rise I would make the wind blow out and I'd darken the skies I'd make the wind blow high and the salt seas to roar 'Til the day that my darling sailed away from Culmore Instrumental: