Moorlough Shore 歌词

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 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