The Maid of Culmore (库尔莫姑娘) - David Hobson
Written by：Traditional
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
But the last time I saw her grieved broke 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 high; I'd darken the skies
I would make the wind blow high and salt seas to roar
Till the day that my darling sailed away from Culmore
To ramparts of America my love I'll go seek
For it's there I know no-one and no-one knows me
But if don't find her I'll return home no more
Like a pilgrim I'll wander for the maid of Culmore