Sinead O?Connor – The moorlough shore
The Moorlough Shore
You´re hills and tales and flowery vails
that lie near the moorlough shore
Your vines ? by borden?s grove
Will I ever see you more ???????
Where the prim rose blows
and the violet grows
Where the trout and salmon play
With my light and talk daylight 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 pitty 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
Fairwell to Sinclaire?s castle ground
Fairwell to the foggy dew
Where the ? wales lie ?
and ? stream runs still
Near there I spent my youthful days
but alas ?,
for cruelty has banished me
far away from the moorlough shore