Moorlough Shore
Your hills and dales and flowery valesThat lie near the Moorlough ShoreYour vines that blow by Borden's groveWill I ever see you more?Where the primrose glowsAnd the violet growsWhere the trout and salmon playWith my line and hook delight I tookTo spend my youthful days
Last night I went to see my loveTo hear what she might sayTo see if she'd take pity on meLest I might go awayShe said, "I loved an Irish ladAnd he was my only joyAnd ever since I saw his faceI have loved that soldier boy"
Perhaps your soldier lad is lostSailing over the sea of MaineOr perhaps he's gone with some other oneYou may never see him againWell, if my Irish lad is lostHe's the one I do adoreAnd seven years I'll wait for himBy the banks of the Moorlough Shore