Sinéad O'Connor - The moorlough shore

^Em Your ^Amhills and dales and ^Gflowery vales That ^Flie near the ^DMoorlough ^AmShore ^Em Your ^Amvines that blow by ^Gborden's grove Will I ^Fever ^Dsee no ^Ammore

^Em Where the ^Amprimrose blows And the^G violet grows Where the ^Amtrout and ^Gsalmon ^Fplay ^Em With my ^Amline and ^Dhook, del^Gight I ^Emtook To ^Fspend my ^Dyouthful ^Amdays

^Em Last^Am night I went to ^Gsee my love And to ^Fhear what ^Dshe might ^Amsay ^Em To ^Amsee if she'd take ^Gpity on me Lest ^FI might ^Dgo a^Amway ^Em She ^Amsaid, "I love an ^GIrish lad And he ^Amwas my ^Gonly ^Fjoy ^Em And ^Amever ^Dsince I ^Gsaw his ^Emface I've ^Floved that ^Dsoldier ^Amboy." ^{Em Am}

^Em Per^Amhaps your soldier ^Glad is lost Sailing ^Fover the ^Dsea of ^AmMaine ^Em Or per^Amhaps he is gone with some ^Gother lover You may ^Fnever ^Dsee him a^Amgain ^Em Well ^Amif my Irish ^Glad is lost He's the ^Amone I ^Gdo a^Fdore ^Em And ^Amseven ^Dyears I will ^Gwait for ^Emhim By the ^Fbanks of the Moorlough ^DShore

Fare^Amwell to Sinclaire's ^Gcastle grand Fare^Fwell to the ^Dfoggy ^Amdew ^Em Where the ^Amlinen waves like ^Gbleaching silk And the ^Ffalling ^Dstream runs ^Amstill ^Em Near ^Amthere I spent my ^Gyouthful days But a^Amlas they ^Gall are ^Fgone ^Em For ^Amcruel^Dty has ^Gbanished ^Emme Far a^Fway from the Moorlough ^DShore