Letras
Your hills and dales and flowery vales
That lie near the Murlough shore
Your winds that blow through Ardennes Roe
Shall I ever see you more?
Where the primrose grow and the violets blow
Where the trout and salmon play
With my line and hook delight I took
For to spend my youthful days
As I marched out to see my girl
And to hear what she would say
Or to see if she'd take pity on me
Before I would go away
She said: "I love an Irish lad
And he was my only joy
And ever since I saw his face
I love my soldier boy."
Perhaps your soldier boy was lost
Whilst crossing the raging main
Or perhaps he has gone with some other girl
You might never see him again
Well, if my Irish boy is lost
He's the one I do adore
And for seven long years, I'll wait for him
On the banks of the Murlough shore
Farewell to Sinclair's castles grand
Farewell to Foggy Hills
Where the linen weaves like reaching silk
And the falling stream runs still
Near there I spent my youthful days
But alas! they are all o'er
And cruelty has banished me
Far away from the Murlough shore