Moorlough Shore

Your hills and dales and flowery vales

That lie near the Moorlough Shore

Your winds that blow through Borden's Grove

Shall I ever see you more?

Where the primrose grows and the violets blow

Where the trout and salmon play

With my line and hook, delight I took

But to spend my youthful days

As I passed out to see my girl

And to hear what she would say

For to see if she'd take pity on me

Before I would go away

She said, "I vowed an Irish lad

And he was my only joy

And ever since I saw his face

I love my soldier boy"

"Perhaps your soldier boy was lost

While crossing the raging main

Or perhaps he has gone with some other girl

You might never see him again"

"Well, if my Irish boy is lost

He's the one I do adore

And for seven long years I'll wait for him

On the banks of the Moorlough Shore"

Farewell to see Clare's castles grand

Farewell to foggy hills

Where the beaded webs like bleaching silk

And the bubbling stream runs still

Near there I spent my youthful days

But alas, they are all o'er

And cruelty has banished me

Far away from the Moorlough Shore