Moorlough Shore -
Sung to the traditional tune, The Foggy Dew.
Recorded by Dolores Keane on “Lion in a Cage”
Your hills and dales and flowery vales
That lie near the Moorlough Shore.
Oh you winds that blow over mountainy hills
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.
She said, "I loved an Irish lad,
And he was my only joy,
So take this for your answer now,
No Other would I adore
And ever since I saw his face
I have loved that soldier boy."
Perhaps your soldier lad is lost
When crossing o’er the raging maine.
Or perhaps he's gone with some other girl
You may never see him again.
“Well if my Irish lad is lost,
He's the one I do adore,
And seven long years I'll wait for him
By the banks of the Moorlough Shore.”
Our ship she lies at Warrenpoint
Now ready to set sail
I hope the Lord will favour her
With a sweet and pleasant gale.
For if I had ten thousand pounds
Or ten times as much more
I would leave it all to the girl I love
Who dwells on the Moorlough Shore.