The Boreens of Derry

Come and let us wander through 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 clust'ring yellow hazel hanging high on the tree

We'll spread a couch of ivy 'neath the shadow of the willow
While the blackbirds and 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 eyes

See how the silver swan there and the corn creaks indiscreetly
While the cuckoo-like nightingale makes her music in the tree
And the sound of boy and girl there ringing o'er the meadow sweetly
For in Derry all sounds seem harmonious to me
For in Derry, all sounds seem harmonious to me