Cara Dillon The Faughan Side Lyrics

A stream like crystal it flows down, it's clear for to be seen,
And it's there you'll find the Irish oak trimmed with the ivy green;
Where the shamrock and thistle grow, the lily too beside
And they flourish all together, boys, along the Faughan side.

Well it's just three miles from Derry to the bridge of Durham
And it's there I spent some happy days, I'll have you all to know,
Where lambs do sport, fair maids do court and small fish gently glide,
There's a blooming spring on a May morning along the Faughan side.
Well, if you could see this lovely place all in the summer time
Each bush and tree they looked so gay, each meadow in it's prime;
The blackbird and the golden thrush sing there the live long day,
Oh, but now I have a notion of going to Ameri-cay.

Oh, the leaving of this lovely place, it grieves my heart full sore
And the leaving of my own true
love, sure, it grieves me ten times more;
But if ever I return again, well it's her I'd make my bride,
And I'd will roll her in my arms, boys, along the Faughan side.