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BANKS OF THE MOORLOUGH SHORE You hills and dales and flowery vales That lie near the Moorlough Shore You winds that blow through Burden's Row (??) Shall I ever see you more Where the primrose grows and the violet blows Where the trout and salmon play With my line and hook, delight I took To spend all my youthful days As I roved out to meet my love For to hear what she would say And to see if she would pity me Before I must go away She said "I love an Irish lad And he is my pride and joy And ever since I saw his face I have loved my sailor boy" "Perhaps your sailor boy was lost While crossing the raging main Or perhaps he is gone with some other one You might ne'er see him again" "Well if my Irish boy is lost He's the one I do adore And for seven long years I will wait for him On the banks of the Moorlough Shore." Farewell to St. Claire's castles grand Farewell to Holly Hill (??) Where the linen wefts(??) like bleaching silk And the purling streams run still It was there I spent my youthful days But alas, they are all o'er And cruelty has banished me Far away from the Moorlough Shore Air is almost identical to "The Foggy Dew" (Irish rebel version). Recorded by Sarah and Keane - aunts of Dolores Keane, whom many DT users may know. @Irish filename[ MOORLUGH MR apr97 |
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