Moorlough Shore Songtext

von The Corrs

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,
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"

(instrumental)

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 wait for him,
By the banks of the Moorlough Shore...