[ti:The Moorlough Shore] [ar:Sinead O'Connor] [al:Sean-Nos Nua] [offset:0] [00:01.55]The Moorlough Shore - Sinead O'Connor [00:15.93]Your hills and dales and flowery vales [00:24.50]that lie near the Moorlough Shore. [00:32.18]Your vines that blow by borden's grove. [00:40.23]will I ever see you more [00:47.46] [00:48.34]Where the primrose blows [00:52.19]and the violet grows. [00:56.81]Where the trout and salmon play. [01:04.49]With the line and hook, delight I took [01:12.52]to spend my youthful days. [01:19.20] [01:20.39]Last night I went to see my love, [01:28.75]and to hear what she might say. [01:36.67]To see if she'd take pity on me, [01:44.59]lest I might go away. [01:51.83] [01:52.58]She said, "I love that Irish lad, [01:58.94] [02:01.50]and he was my only joy, [02:09.05]and ever since I saw his face [02:19.13]I've loved that soldier boy." [02:26.75] [02:35.49]Perhaps your soldier lad is lost [02:43.10]sailing over the sea of Maine. [02:50.59] [02:51.15]Or perhaps he is gone with some other lover, [02:59.20]you may never see him again. [03:07.18]Well if my Irish lad is lost, [03:16.04]he's the one I do adore, [03:23.55]and seven years I will wait for him [03:33.76]by the banks of the Moorlough Shore. [03:41.18] [03:57.97]Farewell to Sinclaire's castle grand. [04:05.96]Farewell to the foggy hill. [04:12.25] [04:13.81]where the linen waves like bleach-ed silk [04:22.09]and the banching stream runs still [04:29.86]Near there I spent my youthful days [04:38.68]but alas they are not now mine [04:46.30]for cru-elty has banished me [04:54.26]far away from the Moorlough Shore.