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[ti:the moorlough shore] |
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[ar:sinead o'connor] |
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Your hills and dales and flowery vales |
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That lie near the Moorlough Shore. |
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Your vines that blow by borden's grove. |
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Will I ever see you more |
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Where the primrose blows |
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And the violet grows. |
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Where the trout and salmon play. |
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With the line and hook,delight I took |
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To spend my youthful days. |
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Last night I went to see my love, |
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And to hear what she might say. |
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To see if she'd take pity on me, |
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Lest I might go away. |
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She said,"I love that Irish lad, |
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And he was my only joy, |
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And ever since I saw his face |
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I've loved that soldier boy." |
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Perhaps your soldier lad is lost |
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Sailing over the sea of Maine. |
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Or perhaps he is gone with some other lover, |
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You may never see him again. |
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Well if my Irish lad is lost, |
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He's the one I do adore, |
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And seven years I will wait for him |
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By the banks of the Moorlough Shore. |
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Farewell to Sinclaire's castle grand. |
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Farewell to the foggy hill. |
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Where the linen waves like bleach-ed silk |
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And the banching stream runs still |
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Near there I spent my youthful days |
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But alas they are not now mine |
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For cru-elty has banished me |
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Far away from the Moorlough Shore. |