Lovely Derry-Larry Cunningham

Lovely Derry - Larry Cunningham 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 'Tis my own little birthplace and it's on Irish soil Sure they call it lovely Derry on the banks of the Foyle Now I courted a wee girl her age was nineteen She was the fairest colleen that you've ever seen For her cheeks were like roses and her hair waved in coil And she came from lovely Derry on the banks of the Foyle By those banks I have roamed in the sweet days gone by With my dear girl I strolled not a tear not a sigh Her fair charms without equal from the Nore to the Moyle Oh sweet maid from lovely Derry on the banks of the Foyle Now and I make a fortune then to hold I will go To the dear land of my bible To the sweet girl I know I will build her a mansion and no more will to toil Far away from lovely derry on the banks of the Foyle Far away from lovely Derry on the banks of the Foyle