YOUR HILLS AND DALES AND FLOWERY VALES
THAT LIE NEAR THE MOORLOUGH SHORE
YOUR VINES THAT BLOW BY BORDEN'S GROVE,
MAY I NEVER SEE YOU 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,
TO HEAR WHAT SHE MIGHT SAY
TO SEE IF SHE'D TAKE PITY ON ME,
LEST I MIGHT GO AWAY
SHE SAID, I LOVED AN IRISH LAD,
AND HE WAS MY ONLY JOY
AND EVER SINCE I SAW HIS FACE,
I HAVE LOVED THAT SOLDIER BOY
WELL PERHAPS YOUR SOLDIER LAD IS LOST
SAILING OVER SEA OF MAINE
OR PERHAPS HE IS GONE WITH SOME OTHER ONE,
MAY I NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN
WELL, IF MY IRISH LAD IS LOST,
HE'S THE ONE I DO ADORE
AND SEVEN LONG YEARS I WILL WAIT FOR HIM
BY THE BANKS OF THE MOORLOUGH SHORE
AND SEVEN LONG YEARS I'LL WAIT FOR HIM
BY THE BANKS OF THE MOORLOUGH SHORE
(AUDIENCE CHEERS)