The corrs - Moorlough Shore Ye hills and dales and flowery vales That lie near the Moorlough Shore Ye winds that blow by borden’s grove Will I ever hear you more Where the primrose grows And the violet blows Where the trout and salmon play With 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 To see if she’d take pity on me Lest I might go away She said, "I love that Irish lad And he was my only joy And ever since I saw his face I’ve loved that soldier boy Perhaps your soldier lad is lost Sailing over the sea of Maine Or perhaps he is gone with some other lover You may never see him again Well if my Irish lad is lost He’s the one I do adore And seven years I will wait for him By the banks of the Moorlough Shore The corrs - Moorlough Shore