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 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

And to see if she’d take pity on me

Lest I shall go away

She said, I love an Irish lad

And he was my only joy

And ever since I saw his face

I’ve loved that soldier boy

They say your soldier lad is lost

While crossing the raging main

Or perhaps he has gone with some other girl

You might never see his face again

But if my Irish love is lost

He’s the one I do adore

And for seven long years I’ll wait for him

By the banks of the Moorlough Shore

Farewell to towering castles grand

Farewell to the foggy hills

Where the linen waves like bleaching silk

And the falling stream runs still

Near there I spent my joyful days

But alas they are no more

For cruelty has banished me

Far away from the Moorlough Shore