Sure I know a wee spot, it's a place of great fameAnd it lies to the north, I'll tell you its nameIt's my own native birthplace, and it's on Irish soilAnd they call it lovely dairy, on the banks of the FoyleSure I courted a wee girl, her age was nineteenAnd she's the fairest collie that ever was seenFor her cheeks were like roses, and her hair wrapped in coilShe came from lovely dairy, on the banks of the FoyleI was young, I was foolish, like the rest of the boysI had ne'er many sorrows, nor yet many joysI worked hard for a living, and hard did I toilFar away from lovely dairy, on the banks of the FoyleAnd when I make my fortune, to this home I will goTo the land of my birthplace, and the sweet girl I knowI will build her a mansion, and no more will I toilFar away from lovely dairy, on the banks of the FoyleFar away from lovely dairy, on the banks of the FoyleFar away from lovely dairy, on the banks of the Foyle