Lyrics
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 glows
And the violet grows.
Where the trout and salmon play.
With my line and delight I took
To spend my youthful days.
Last night I went to see my love
to hear what she might say.
To see if she'd take pity on me
Last I might go away.
She said, "I love 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 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.