Moorlough Shore

MOORLOUGH SHORE

Words & Music: Traditional, arranged by Brian Hughes, Caroline Lavelle, Hugh Marsh

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.

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