I know the downs are white with apple blossoms
That float and fall from off the twisted bough
I know the downs are white with blossoms
Oh, how I long for Londonderry now
The shamrock coyly raises its little head
With dewdrops glowing on the sunlit plain
In my dear homeland now the apple bloom is white
Ah, would that I were there again
There is no air as fragrant as the breeze blown
Across the Foyle, my heart will ever vow
There is no thrush whose note has such a sweet tone
As warbles on a Londonderry bough
There is no stream can equal the dancing Foyle (dancing Foyle)
Its beauty glowing on the sunlit plain
In my dear homeland now the apple blossom is white
Ah, would that I were there again
