The Moorlough Shore - Sinéad O'Connor (西尼德·奥康娜)

Your hills and dales and flowery vales

That lie near the Moorlough Shore

Your vines that blow by borden's grove

Will I ever see you more

Where the primrose blows

And the violet grows

Where the trout and salmon play

With the line and hook delight I took

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 cru-elty has banished me

Far away from the Moorlough Shore