Lyrics The Banks of the Foyle - Cara Dillon , John Smith

Oh I know a wee spot, 'tis place of great fame
And it lies to the North, now I'll tell you its name
It's my own native birthplace and it's on Irish soil
And they call it lovely Derry on the banks of the Foyle.
Now I courted a young man, and his age was nineteen
He was the fairest young man that ever you've seen
He was tall, he was handsome and his hair black as coal
And he came from lovely Derry on the banks of the Foyle.
But now cruel misfortune drove me from my own home
'Twas my fate in deep sorrow for to sail o'er the foam
And now from dark strangers in grief I recoil
And I pine for lovely Derry on the banks of the Foyle.
I was fearing another had a place in his heart
And that from me my darling forever would part
That no more would he brighten with his sweet sunny smile
My dear home in lovely Derry on the banks of the 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 native soil
And we'll wed 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
And we'll live a mansion, and no more we will toil
Far away from lovely Derry on the banks of the Foyle
Far away from lovely Derry on the banks of the Foyle.