The Moorlough Shore

The Moorlough Shore - Michael Henry

Your hills and dales

And flowery vales

That lie near the

Moorlough shore

Your vines

Blow it with summers

Light

Shall I ever see

No more

Where the primrose blows

And the violet grows

And the trout and

Salmon play

With my line and hook

Delight I took

For to spend my

Boyhoood days

As I what doubt for

To lis my girl

And to hear

What she might say

Jos to see if she'd

Take pity on me

Before whole life go away

She said

I love girl sal of blood

And he was

My only joy

And ever since

I saw his face

I've loved my

Sailder boy

Perhaps your sailder boy

Was lost

While crossing there bejen mail

Or perhaps he has wait

To some other girl

My never see him again

Well if my sillor boy

Is lost

He's the one

I do adore

And seven lovely years

I will wait for him

On the banks of

The moorlough shore

Farewell to sinclaire's

Castle grand

Farewell to the

Foggy dew

Where the linen wave

None the girl clot bles

And the falling stream

Runs still

Was there I spent my

Youthful days

But now they

All are gone

For cruelty

Has banished me

From the aways of the moorlough shore