Your hills and dales and flowery vales
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That lie near the Moorlough Shore
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Your vines that blow by Borden's grove
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Will I ever see you more
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Where the primrose glows
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And the violet grows
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Where the trout and salmon play
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With my line and hook delight I took
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To spend my youthful days
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Last night I went to see my love
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And to hear what she might say
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To see if she'd take pity on me
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Lest I might go away
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She said, "I loved an Irish lad
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And he was my only joy
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And ever since I saw his face
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I have loved that soldier boy"
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Perhaps your soldier lad is lost
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Sailing over the sea of Maine
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Or perhaps he's gone with some other one
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You may never see him again
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Well if my Irish lad is lost
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He's the one I do adore
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And seven years I'll wait for him
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By the banks of the Moorlough Shore
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Moorlough Shore
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| The Corrs |
