Cara Dillon - The maid of culmore

Leaving sweet lovely ^GDerry for ^Cfair London ^Ftown There's ^Cno finer ^Fhar^Gbour

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all a^Amround can be ^Emfound Where the ^Amyoung ^Ggo ^Ceach ^Feve^Gning,

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go ^Amdown to the ^Emshore

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And the ^Amjoy bells are ^Cringing for the maid of ^GCul^Fmore

The ^Amfirst time I ^Gsaw her, she ^Cpassed me ^Fby And the ^Cnext time I ^Fsaw ^Gher,

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she ^Ambid me good^Embye But the ^Amlast ^Gtime ^CI ^Fsaw ^Gher, it ^Ammade my heart ^Emsore For she ^Amsailed out of ^CIreland and away from ^GCul^Fmore

If ^AmI had the ^Gpower, the ^Cstorms for to ^Frise I would ^Cmake the wind ^Fblow ^Ghigh,

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I'd ^Amdarken the ^Emskies I'd ^Ammake ^Gthe ^Cwind ^Fblow ^Ghigh

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and the ^Amsalt seas to ^Emroar The ^Amday that my ^Gdarling sailed a^Fway from Culmore

To the ^Amfar shore of A^Gmerica, my ^Clove I'll go ^Fseek For it's ^Cthere I know ^Fno ^Gone and ^Amno one knows ^Emme But ^Amif ^GI ^Cdon't ^Ffind ^Gher, I'll re^Amturn home no ^Emmore Like a ^Ampilgrim I'll ^Cwander, for the maid of ^GCul^Fmore

^AmHmmmmm Hmmmmm Hmmmmm ^FHmm