Moorlough Shore
The corrs



Ye hills and dales and flowery vales
That lie near the Moorlough Shore
Ye winds that blow by borden’s grove
Will I ever hear you more
Where the primrose grows
And the violet blows
Where the trout and salmon play
With 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 love that Irish lad
And he was my only joy
And ever since I saw his face
I’ve loved that soldier boy

Perhaps your soldier lad is lost
Sailing over the sea of Maine
Or perhaps he is gone with some other lover
You may never see him again
Well 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