her nut brown hair. Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself. For to see I was really there From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay and. From Galway to Dublin Town. No maid I've seen like the brown
marry looking at my derry. And you can stare but if you touch then ima buirie. Pretty as a picture. Sweeter than a swisher. Mad cause I'm cuter than the girl that's wit ya. I ain't gotta talk about
tough, there was just about enough. And they saw it through without complaining. For deep inside was a burning pride. For the town I loved so well. There was music there in that Derry air. Like a language
