The Faughan Side
A stream like crystal it runs down, As plainly may be seen:
It's there you'll find the Irish oak, Trimmed with the ivy green;
The shamrock, rose and thistle, The lily too beside,
All flourish there together, boys, Along the Faughan side.
Oh, could you see that lovely place, All in the summer time;
Each bush and tree, they look so gay; Each meadow in its prime;
The blackbird and the golden thrush, They tune their notes so gay;
But still I had the notion Of going to Ameri-cay.
Farewell unto this lovely place From it I mean to roam.
To leave my friends in Ireland, And my dear old Irish home.
Farewell unto my comrades, And the place where they reside,
For many a happy night we spent Along the Faughan side.
It's about two miles from Derry To the bridge of Drumahoe,
Where many a happy night we spent, In the days of long ago;
Where lambs do sport and fair maids court, And the small fish gently glide,
In the blooming spring the small birds sing Along the Faughan side.
The leaving of this lovely place, It grieves my heart full sore,
And the leaving of my own true love, It grieves me ten times more;
But if ever I return again, I will make her my bride,
And I'll take her in my arms, boys, Along the Faughan side.
3 miles from Derry, I live in Drumahoe, and many a happy morning,day,evening and night I've spent, along the Faughanside. Andrew Henderson of Drumahoe!
ReplyDeleteBought the CD by Francy Devine in Spring of this year, 2018, and this is the first track, marvellous!
ReplyDeleteThe Faughan Side is a beautiful song.It is a song about emigrating and is neither orange nor green-that's what makes it even more special.
ReplyDeleteWriteen by a man named Willie Starrett, an ancestor of the late Sam Starrett, who wrote the WW 1 song about the young solider, John Condon, who was thought to be the youngest soldier killed in the first war.
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