Moorlough Shore Songtext
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Your hills and dales and flowery vales that lie near the Moorlough Shore
Your vines that blow by Borden's grove, may I never 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
To see if she'd take pity on me, lest I might go away
Your vines that blow by Borden's grove, may I never 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
To see if she'd take pity on me, lest I might go away
She said, I loved an Irish lad, and he was my only joy
And ever since I saw his face, I have loved that soldier boy
Well perhaps your soldier lad is lost sailing over sea of Maine
Or perhaps he is gone with some other one, may I never see him again
Well, if my Irish lad is lost, he's the one I do adore
And seven long years I'll wait for him by the banks of the Moorlough shore
And seven long years I'll wait for him by the banks of the Moorlough shore
And ever since I saw his face, I have loved that soldier boy
Well perhaps your soldier lad is lost sailing over sea of Maine
Or perhaps he is gone with some other one, may I never see him again
Well, if my Irish lad is lost, he's the one I do adore
And seven long years I'll wait for him by the banks of the Moorlough shore
And seven long years I'll wait for him by the banks of the Moorlough shore
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