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 the 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 Drumahoe
And it's there I spent some happy days
I'll have you all to know
Where the lambs do sport fair maids do court
and the 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 look so gay
each meadows in its prime
The Blackbird and the golden Thrush
sing there the live long day
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 roll her in my arms, boys
along the Faughen side