Moorlough Shore

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 glows And the violet grows Where the trout and salmon play With my 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 loved an Irish lad, And he was my only joy, and ever since I saw his face I have loved that soldier boy" Perhaps your soldier lad is lost Sailing over the sea of Maine Or perhaps he's gone with some other one You may never see him again Well if my Irish lad is lost, He's the one I do adore, And seven years I'll wait for him By the banks of the Moorlough shore