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