Am G Your hills and dales and flowery vales F Dm Am That lie near the Moorlough Shore Am G Your vines that blow by borden's grove F Dm Am Will I ever see no more Em Am Where the primrose blows G And the violet grows Am G F Where the trout and salmon play Am D G Em With my line and hook, delight I took F Dm Am To spend my youthful days Last night I went to see my love And to hear what she might say To see if she'd take pity on me Lest I might go away 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 Or perhaps he is gone with some other lover You may never see him again 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 Farewell to Sinclaire's castle grand Farewell to the foggy hill Where the linen waves like bleach-ed silk And the banching stream runs still Near there I spent my youthful days But alas they are not now mine For cruelty has banished me Far away from the Moorlough Shore | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm D Dm Em F G |