[00:15.43]Your hills and dales and flowery vales
[00:24.07]That lie near the Moorlough Shore.
[00:31.58]Your vines that blow by borden's grove.
[00:39.86]Will I ever see you more
[00:47.98]Where the primrose blows
[00:52.00]And the violet grows.
[00:56.32]Where the trout and salmon play.
[01:03.89]With the line and hook,delight I took
[01:12.07]To spend my youthful days.
[01:20.05]Last night I went to see my love,
[01:28.18]And to hear what she might say.
[01:36.31]To see if she'd take pity on me,
[01:44.23]Lest I might go away.
[01:52.38]She said,"I love that Irish lad,
[02:00.66]And he was my only joy,
[02:08.55]And ever since I saw his face
[02:18.71]I've loved that soldier boy."
[02:35.07]Perhaps your soldier lad is lost
[02:42.79]Sailing over the sea of Maine.
[02:50.96]Or perhaps he is gone with some other lover,
[02:59.06]You may never see him again.
[03:07.09]Well if my Irish lad is lost,
[03:15.57]He's the one I do adore,
[03:23.24]And seven years I will wait for him
[03:33.00]By the banks of the Moorlough Shore.
[03:57.49]Farewell to Sinclaire's castle grand.
[04:05.52]Farewell to the foggy hill.
[04:13.50]Where the linen waves like bleach-ed silk
[04:21.68]And the banching stream runs still
[04:29.46]Near there I spent my youthful days
[04:38.14]But alas they are not now mine
[04:45.80]For cru-elty has banished me
[04:53.84]Far away from the Moorlough Shore.