Your hills and dales and flowery vales
That lie near the Moorlough Shore
Your vines that blow by Borden's grove
Will I ever see you more

Where the primrose glows
And the violet grows
Where the trout and salmon play
With my 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 loved an Irish lad,
And he was my only joy,
and ever since I saw his face
I have loved that soldier boy"

Perhaps your soldier lad is lost
Sailing over the sea of Maine
Or perhaps he's gone with some other one
You may never see him again
Well if my Irish lad is lost,
He's the one I do adore,
And seven years I'll wait for him
By the banks of the Moorlough shore

Writer : LAVELLE,CAROLINE/LAGASSICK,DAMIEN/ORBIT, WILLIAM
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group