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 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 Durham
And it's there I spent some happy days
I'll have you all to know
Where lambs do sport, fair maids do court
And 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 looked so gay, each meadow in it's prime
The blackbird and the golden thrush sing there the live long day
Oh, 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 will roll her in my arms, boys
Along the Faughan side
