Emm Gryner - Moorlough Shore lyrics

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 you more? Where the primrose blows And the violet grows Where the trout and salmon play With the 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 that Irish lad And he was my only joy And ever since I saw his face I've loved that soldier boy," Perhaps your soldier boy was lost While sailing 'cross the sea of Maine Or perhaps he is gone with some other lover You may never see him again She said: "well if my Irish boy 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 hill Where the linen waves like bleached silk And the banching stream runs still Near there I spent my youthful days But alas they are not now mine For cruelty has banished me Far away from the Moorlough Shore