This traditional Irish song has been recorded many times, but to my knowledge, never in an electronic context. Particularly beautiful acoustic versions can be found on albums by Paddy Keenan and Cara Dillon.
From sweet, lovely Derry to the fair London town,
There is no finer harbour anywhere to be found,
Where the children each evening go down to the shore,
And the joybells are ringing for the maid of Culmore.
The first time I saw her she passed me by,
The next time that I saw her she bid me goodbye,
The last time I saw her she grieved my heart sore,
As she sailed down Loch Foyle and away from Culmore.
If I had the power the storms for to rise,
I would make the wind blow out and I'd darken the skies,
I'd make the wind blow high and the salt seas to roar,
For the day that my darling sailed away from Culmore.
In the far lands of America my love I'll go seek,
For it's there I know no one and no one knows me,
But if I don't find her I'll return home no more,
Like a pilgrim I'll wander for the maid of Culmore.