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The Moorlough Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

Farewell to Sinclaire's grand.
to the foggy hill.
where the waves like bleach-ed silk
and the banching runs still
Near I spent my youthful days
but alas are not now mine
for cru-elty has me
far away from the Shore.