The Tern & The Swallow

When the cuckoo is calling
Over woodland and valley
And the tern and the swallow flies over our bay
Then it's longing I'll be for the
Land of my father
Where Bann and black water
Sweep down to Lough Neagh

A home i have made in the
Land of the stranger
And it's manys a long year
Since i left Derry Quay
Still i dream of the blooming
And the glens if old Ireland
Where Bann and black water
Sweep down to Lough Neagh

And it's soon i must start and
This is my last journey
For my eyes they grow dim
And hair sparse and grey
And it's soon i must follow thе
Tern and the swallow
Wherе Bann and black water
Sweep down to Lough Neagh