THE BRAES OF FAUGHANVALE
Leo Cahir Ferris
As I went out one morning down by the pleasant strand
Where Flora's flowery mantle did spangle o'er the land,
Where Flora's flowery mantle did spangle o'er hill & dale,
I met a lovely fair maid, not far from Faughanvale.
"Good morning to you, fair maid" I unto her did say,
"Is this the road to Derry, I pray you tell the way?"
"Is this the road to Derry, I give you honest hail
"And whom are you acquainted with that lives in Faughanvale?"
"I know not any living there" I quickly made reply,
"But if you'll give consent to wed I'll live there till I die,
But if you do refuse my suit my lot I will bewail
And spend my days in grieving by the Braes of Faughanvale."
She modestly made answer "Kind sir, I'm not for you,
For I'm engaged to a young man and to him I'll be true,
Our ship's for Philadelphia if it blows a pleasant gale,"
And these words left me lamenting on the Braes of Faughanvale.
The small birds in the forest they join in harmony,
In singing my love's praises wherever she may be,
In singing my love's praises over hill & dale,
And music's bells are ringing the praise of Faughanvale.
I'll walk down to Derry, I'll call on Sergeant Cole,
I'll drink a health to Katie, the object of my soul,
And since she's proved false-hearted till death I will bewail
Like a broken-hearted lover on the Braes of Faughanvale.
(Leo Cahir Ferris, Ballykelly, Co. Derry)