The Boreens of Derry
[Verse 1]
Come and let us wander
In the long boreens of Derry
Come take the byroads
And wander with me
For it's there we'll find the sorrell
And the scarlet roanberry
And the clustering yellow hazels
Hanging high from the tree

[Verse 2]
We'll spread a couch of ivy
'Neath the shadow of the willow
While the blackbirds and the thrushes
Pipe their tuneful melody
With your brave hand in my hand
And your bosom for my pillow
Making life a glimpse of heaven
In the mirror of your eye

[Verse 3]
See how the silver swan there
And the corn creaks indiscreetly
And the cuckoo, like the nightingale
Makes her music in the tree
And the voice of boy and girl there
Ringing o'er the meadow sweetly
For in Derry all the sounds seem
Harmonious to me