Rakish Paddy - Dolores Keane

Your hills and dales and flowery vales

That lie near the Moorlough Shore

Your vines that blow by burden's row

Will I ever see no 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 girl

And to hear what she might say

To see if she'd take pity on me

Before I might go a way

She said I love an Irish lad

And he was my only joy

And ever since I saw his face

I've loved that soldier boy

Perhaps your soldier boy was lost

Sailing over the sea of Maine

Or perhaps he has gone with some other girl

You may never see him again

Well if my Irish boy is lost

He's the one I do adore

And for seven long 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 bleaching silk

And the bawdeen stream runs still

Near there I spent my youthful days

But alas they all are no more

For cruelty has banished me

Far away from the Moorlough Shore