The Moorlough Shore Lyrics



Your hills and dales and flowery vales

that lie near the Moorlough Shore.

Your vines that blow by borden's grove. 

will I ever see you more



Where the primrose blows 

and the violet grows. 

Where the trout and salmon play.



With the line and hook, delight I took 

to spend my youthful days. 

Last night I went to see my love, 

and to hear what she might say.



To see if she'd take pity on me, 

lest I might go away. 

She said, "I love that Irish lad, 

and he was my only joy, 

and ever since I saw his face 

I've loved that soldier boy."



Perhaps your soldier lad is lost 

sailing over the sea of Maine. 

Or perhaps he is gone with some other lover, 

you may never see him again. 

Well if my Irish lad is lost, 

he's the one I do adore, 

and seven years I will wait for him 

by the banks of the Moorlough Shore.



Farewell to Sinclaire's castle grand.

Farewell to the foggy hill.

where the linen waves like bleach-ed silk

and the banching stream runs still

Near there I spent my youthful days 

but alas they are not now mine

for cru-elty has banished me

far away from the Moorlough Shore.