Moorlough Shore

The corrs

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Ye hills and dales and flowery vales

Ye winds that blow by borden’s grove

Will I ever hear you more

Where the primrose grows

And the violet blows

Where the trout and salmon play

With 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 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