The Faughan Side Lyrics

A stream like a crystal it runs down

It's plainly to be seen

And it's there you'll find the Irish oak

Trimmed with the ivy green

Where the shamrock, rose, the thistle grow

The lily too beside

There flourish all together, boys

Along the Faughan side

It's just three miles from Derry

To the bridge at Drumahoe

It's there I've spent some happy days

In the days of long ago

Where the lads do sport, the fair maids a-court

And small fish gently glide

In the blooming Spring, the small birds sing

Along the Faughan side

Well if you could see this lovely place

All in the summertime

Each bush, each tree there looks so gay

Each meadow in its prime

Where the blackbird and the golden thrush

They tune their notes so gay

But still I have a notion of

Going to Amerikay

Oh, the leaving of this lovely place

It grieves my heart full sore

But the leaving of my own true love

It grieves me ten times more

And if ever I return again

It's her I'll make my bride

And I'll roll her in my arms, me boys

Along the Faughan side