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 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 And to see if she’d take pity on me Lest I shall go away She said, I love an Irish lad And he was my only joy And ever since I saw his face I’ve loved that soldier boy They say your soldier lad is lost While crossing the raging main Or perhaps he has gone with some other girl You might never see his face again But if my Irish love is lost He’s the one I do adore And for seven long years I’ll wait for him By the banks of the Moorlough Shore Farewell to towering castles grand Farewell to the foggy hills Where the linen waves like bleaching silk And the falling stream runs still Near there I spent my joyful days But alas they are no more For cruelty has banished me Far away from the Moorlough Shore