The Banks Of The Foyle
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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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