moorlough shore

your hills and dales and flowery vales that lie near the moorlough shore

your vines that blow by borden's grove

may i never see you more

where the primrose blows 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

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

well perhaps your soldier lad is lost sailing over sea of maine

or perhaps he is gone with some other one

may i never see him again

well

if my irish lad is lost

he's the one i do adore

and seven long years i'll wait for him by the banks of the moorlough shore

and seven long years i'll wait for him by the banks of the moorlough shore