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 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" 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