Corrs – Moorlough Shore Lyrics

Farewell to the foggy dew. Ye winds that blow by borden’s grove. Last night I went to see my love,
And to hear what she might say. Or perhaps he is gone with some other lover,
You may never see him again. Where the linen waves like bleaching silk
And the falling stream runs still
Near there I spent my youthful days
But alas they are all gone
For cruelty has banished me
Far away from the Moorlough Shore 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. Farewell to Sinclaire’s castle grand. With line and hook delight I took
To spend my youthful days. Will I ever hear you more
Where the primrose grows
And the violet blows. 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. To see if she’d take pity on me,
Lest I might go away. Where the trout and salmon play. CORRSMoorlough Shore Lyrics
Ye hills and dales and flowery vales
That lie near the Moorlough Shore.