Your hills and dales and flowery vales that lie near the Moorlough Shore Your vines that blow by Borden's grove, may I never see you more
Where the primrose blows 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
Well perhaps your soldier lad is lost sailing over sea of Maine Or perhaps he is gone with some other one, may I 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 And seven long years I'll wait for him by the banks of the Moorlough shoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.