Lyrics:
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
Sure I courted a wee girl, her age was sixteen
She was the fairest colleen that ever you've 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 dear 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
But now cruel misfortune drove me from my home
'Twas my fate in deep sorrow to sail o'er the foam
And now from dark strangers, in grief I recoil
While I pine from dear old Derry on the banks of the Foyle
While I pine from dear old Derry on the banks of the Foyle
@mrtallis Very sad to hear. Did she listen to Bridie's version?
bridgetoofar2 1 year ago
i'm sat here only 2 months my non sectarian grandmother lost her fight for life listening to this........................ We love you and we will learn our history.
mrtallis 1 year ago
My Father wrote a beautiful song about Bridie.
nonie285 2 years ago
Brought a few tears there. memories of being young in the Rosses, in Donegal..
nonie285 2 years ago
Wonderful. Thanks for uploading!
CredoCatholicJournal 2 years ago
Oh how Bridie's voice takes me back to my youth and lovely days in Donegal.
kate285 2 years ago
Beautiful. Thanks for uploading it.
kllygrg 2 years ago