[ti:the moorlough shore]
[ar:sinead o'connor]
[00:15.43]Your  hills  and  dales  and  flowery  vales
[00:24.07]That  lie  near  the  Moorlough  Shore.
[00:31.58]Your  vines  that  blow  by  borden's  grove.
[00:39.86]Will  I  ever  see  you  more
[00:47.98]Where  the  primrose  blows
[00:52.00]And  the  violet  grows.
[00:56.32]Where  the  trout  and  salmon  play.
[01:03.89]With  the  line  and  hook,delight  I  took
[01:12.07]To  spend  my  youthful  days.
[01:20.05]Last  night  I  went  to  see  my  love,
[01:28.18]And  to  hear  what  she  might  say.
[01:36.31]To  see  if  she'd  take  pity  on  me,
[01:44.23]Lest  I  might  go  away.
[01:52.38]She  said,"I  love  that  Irish  lad,
[02:00.66]And  he  was  my  only  joy,
[02:08.55]And  ever  since  I  saw  his  face
[02:18.71]I've  loved  that  soldier  boy."
[02:35.07]Perhaps  your  soldier  lad  is  lost
[02:42.79]Sailing  over  the  sea  of  Maine.
[02:50.96]Or  perhaps  he  is  gone  with  some  other  lover,
[02:59.06]You  may  never  see  him  again.
[03:07.09]Well  if  my  Irish  lad  is  lost,
[03:15.57]He's  the  one  I  do  adore,
[03:23.24]And  seven  years  I  will  wait  for  him
[03:33.00]By  the  banks  of  the  Moorlough  Shore.
[03:57.49]Farewell  to  Sinclaire's  castle  grand.
[04:05.52]Farewell  to  the  foggy  hill.
[04:13.50]Where  the  linen  waves  like  bleach-ed  silk
[04:21.68]And  the  banching  stream  runs  still
[04:29.46]Near  there  I  spent  my  youthful  days
[04:38.14]But  alas  they  are  not  now  mine
[04:45.80]For  cru-elty  has  banished  me
[04:53.84]Far  away  from  the  Moorlough  Shore.