The Banks Of The Foyle Lyrics – Cara Dillon
Singer: Cara Dillon
Title: The Banks Of The Foyle
Oh, I know a wee spot, ’tis a place of great fame
And it lies to the North, now I’ll tell you it’s 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 strangеrs, in grief I recoil
And I pine for lovеly 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 he would brighten with his sweet sunny smile
My dear home in lovely Derry on the banks of 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 own 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 sweetheart I know
And we’ll live in a mansion, and no more will we toil
Far away from lovely Derry on the banks of the Foyle
Far away from lovely Derry on the banks of the Foyle
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