The Moorlough Shore Lyrics - She Who Dwells - Sinead Oconnor

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 no 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, 

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 an Irish lad, 

And he was my only joy, 

And ever since I saw his face 

I've loved that soldier boy." 

Well 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. 

Farewell to Sinclaire's castle grand. 

Farewell to the foggy dew. 

Where the linen waves like bleaching silk 

And the falling stream runs still 

Near there I spent my youthful days 

But alas they all are gone 

For cruelty has banished me 

Far away from the Moorlough Shore.