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