Optional Intro: Am-Em-Am-Em
Leaving (Am)sweet lovely (Em)Derry for (Am)fair (G)Lon(Em)don (Am)town,
There is (Am)no (G)finer (Em)har(G)bour
all a(Am)round to (G)be (Am)found,
Where the (Am)child(G)ren each (Em)eve(G)ning go (Am)down to (G)the (Am)shore,
And
the (Am)joy bells are (Em)ring(G)ing for the (Am)maid of (G)Cul(Am)more.
The (Am)first time I (Em)met her she (Am)pas(G)sed (Em)me (Am)by,
And the (Am)next time (G) I (Em)met her
(G)she (Am)bid me (G)good(Am)bye,
But the (Am)last (G)time I (Em)met (G)her it (Am)grieved my (G)heart (Am)sore,
For
she (Am)sailed out of (Em)Ire(G)land and a(Am)way from (G)Cul(Am)more.
Optional Bridge: Am-Em-Am-Em
If (Am)I had the (Em)power the (Am)storms (G)for (Em)to (Am)rise,
I would (Am)make (G)the wind (Em)blow (G)out
and I'd (Am)darken (G)the (Am)skies,
I'd (Am)make (G)the wind (Em)blow (G)high and the (Am)salt seas (G)to (Am)roar,
For
the (Am)day that my (Em)dar(G)ling sailed a(Am)way from (G)Cul(Am)more.
Optional Bridge: Am-Em-Am-Em (2x)
To the (Am)far shores of A(Em)merica my (G)love (Em)I'll go (Am)seek,
For it's (Am)there (G)I know (Em)no-(G)one
and (Am)no-one (G)knows (Am)me,
And (Am)if (G)I don't (Em)find (G)her I'll re(Am)turn home (G)no (Am)more,
Like
a (Am)pilgrim I will (Em)wan(G)der for the (Am)maid of (G)Cul(Am)more.
Repeat 1st verse
Optional Outro: Am-Em-Am-Em (2x)
Alternative version with slightly different lyrics, chords a above
From sweet Londonderry to fair London town
there is not a nicer (heather) anywhere to be found
where the children
each evening is a-playing round the shore
and the joy-bells are ringing for the maid of Coolmore.
The first time that I met her she passed me by
the next time that I met her she bade me goodbye,
but the last
time that I met her she grieved my heart sore
for she sailed down Loch (Foilagh?) away from Coolmore.
If I had the power the storm to rise
I would blow the wind either for to darken the skies
I would blow the
wind either to make the (salt seas) to roar
on the day that my love sailed away from Coolmore.
To the north of Americay, my love, I'll sail (forth)
for there I know noone, neither noone does me,
but should
I not find her I'll return home no more
but like a pilgrim I will wander for the maid of Coolmore.
The first time that I met her she passed me by
the next time that I met her she bade me goodbye,
but the last
time that I met her she grieved my heart sore
for she sailed down Loch (Foilagh?) away from Coolmore.
