Moorlough Mary

Moorlough Mary - Cara Dillon

Lyrics by：Traditional

The first time I met my Moorlough Mary

Twas in the market of Sweet Strabane

Her killing glances were so engaging

The hearts of young men she did trepann

Her killing glances berefit my senses

Of peace or comfort either night or day

And in silent slumber I start and murmur

Oh Moorlough Mary won't you come away

Now were I a man of great education

Or Erin's Isle at my own command

I would lay my head on your snowy bosom

In wedlock bands love we'd join our hands

I would entertain you both night and morning

With robes I'd deck you both fine and gay

And with kisses sweet I would embrace you

Oh Mary won't you come away

Now I'll away to my situation

Where my recreation is all in view

On the river Mourne where salmon sporting

The rocks re-echoing with something new

The thrush and blackbird all join in chorus

Their notes melodious on Ruskae brae

And the sweet lough stream I would restore you

Saying Moorlough Mary won't you come away

So fare thee well young Moorlough Mary

Ten thousand times I bid you adieu

While life remains in my glowing bosom

I'll never cease love to think on you

Now I'll away to some lonesome valley

With tears bewailing both night and day

To some silent arbour where none can hear me

Where none can hear me

Where none can hear me