Letra de The Moorlough Shore

Your hills and dales and flowery vales That lie near the Moorlough Shore Your vines that blow by borden's grove Will I ever see no 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 And to hear what she might say To see if she'd take pity on me Lest 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've loved that soldier boy Well perhaps your soldier lad is lost Sailing over the sea of Maine Or perhaps he is gone with some other lover 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 Farewell to Sinclaire's castle grand Farewell to the foggy dew Where the linen waves like bleaching silk And the falling stream runs still Near there I spent my youthful days But alas they all are gone For cruelty has banished me Far away from the Moorlough Shore