The Girls Of Coleraine
The Girls Of Coleraine
There`s a sweet little spot in the county of Derry,
If ever you go there you`ll want to remain;
You may travel the country from Antrim to Kerry
And not find a spot like the town of Coleraine.
Sure the boys and the girls never seem there to alter,
It`s go where you like and they`re always the same;
And if ever you`re wanting a céad mile failte,
Just come to the sweet little town of Coleraine.
You may talk about sportin` inthe sweet Glenn of Gorkin,
With Minnie or Lizzie or Kathy or Jane,
But more fair and more pretty is our only Kitty,
Who trips with her pitcher through the fair of Coleraine.
Sure, the girls from Killarney they fill you with Blarney,
The talk of their beauty would drive you insane;
And the girls from the city, they drink themselves pretty,
could never compare with the girls of Coleraine.
Though I`m here in this strange land, my heart is in Ireland,
And in that fair spot it will always remain,
Not in Galway nor Kerry northe city of Derry,
But where I was born, the wee town of Coleraine.
Oh my star of the north, shining on you land`s waters,
I wonder if ever i`ll see you again,
My good fortune shine down on the sonsand daughters
That come from the sweet little town of Coleraine.