Moorlough Shore

Ye hills and dales and flowery vales

That lie near the Moorlough Shore

Ye winds 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 my line and hook, delight I took

To spend my youthful daysLast 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 awayShe 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 againWell, 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