Moorlough Shore

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.