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 no more
Where the primroses blow
And the violets grow
Where the trout and salmon play
With my line and hook delight I took
As I spend my youthful days
Last night I went to see my girl
And to hear what she might say
To see if she'd take pity on me
Before I might go away
She said, ""I love an Irish lad
And he was my pride and joy
Since the very first I saw his face
I've loved my soldier boy.""
Well perhaps your soldier lad was lost
Sailing over the sea of Maine
Or perhaps he is gone with some other girl
You may never see him again
Well if my Irish boy is lost
He's the one I do adore
And seven years I will wait for him
On the banks of the Moorlough Shore
Farewell to Sinclaire's castle grand
Farewell to the foggy dew
Where the linen waves like bleaching silk
And the falling stream runs still
Its there I spent my youthful days
But alas they all are gone
And cruelty has banished me
Far away from the Moorlough Shore
Seán Keane - Moorlough Shore Lyrics
Seán Keane - Moorlough Shore Lyrics
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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 no more
Where the primroses blow
And the violets grow
Where the trout and salmon play
With my line and hook delight I took
As I spend my youthful days
Last night I went to see my girl
And to hear what she might say
To see if she'd take pity on me
Before I might go away
She said, ""I love an Irish lad
And he was my pride and joy
Since the very first I saw his face
I've loved my soldier boy.""
Well perhaps your soldier lad was lost
Sailing over the sea of Maine
Or perhaps he is gone with some other girl
You may never see him again
Well if my Irish boy is lost
He's the one I do adore
And seven years I will wait for him
On the banks of the Moorlough Shore
Farewell to Sinclaire's castle grand
Farewell to the foggy dew
Where the linen waves like bleaching silk
And the falling stream runs still
Its there I spent my youthful days
But alas they all are gone
And cruelty has banished me
Far away from the Moorlough Shore
That lie near the Moorlough Shore
Your vines that blow by borden's grove
Will I ever see no more
Where the primroses blow
And the violets grow
Where the trout and salmon play
With my line and hook delight I took
As I spend my youthful days
Last night I went to see my girl
And to hear what she might say
To see if she'd take pity on me
Before I might go away
She said, ""I love an Irish lad
And he was my pride and joy
Since the very first I saw his face
I've loved my soldier boy.""
Well perhaps your soldier lad was lost
Sailing over the sea of Maine
Or perhaps he is gone with some other girl
You may never see him again
Well if my Irish boy is lost
He's the one I do adore
And seven years I will wait for him
On the banks of the Moorlough Shore
Farewell to Sinclaire's castle grand
Farewell to the foggy dew
Where the linen waves like bleaching silk
And the falling stream runs still
Its there I spent my youthful days
But alas they all are gone
And cruelty has banished me
Far away from the Moorlough Shore
Writer: Trad. Arr. Keane/Murphy
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