Luyện nghe bài hát The Moorlough Shore

The Moorlough Lyrics

Your hills and dales and flowery
that lie the Moorlough Shore.
Your vines blow by borden's grove.
I ever see you more

Where the primrose
and the grows.
the trout and salmon play.

With the line and hook, I took
to my youthful days.
Last night I to see my love,
and to hear what she say.

To see if she'd pity on me,
I might go away.
She said, "I love Irish lad,
and he was my joy,
and ever I saw his face
I've that soldier boy."

Perhaps soldier lad is lost
over the sea of Maine.
Or perhaps he is gone some other lover,
you may see him again.
Well if my lad is lost,
the one I do adore,
and years I will wait for him
by the of the Moorlough Shore.

Farewell to Sinclaire's grand.
Farewell to the hill.
the linen waves like bleach-ed silk
and the banching stream still
Near there I spent my youthful
but they are not now mine
for has banished me
far away from the Shore.