- 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
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- 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
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- 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"
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- 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
