[ti:Moorlough Shore]
[ar:The Corrs]
[al:]

[00:02.37]Moorlough Shore
[00:03.51]The corrs
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[00:13.92]Ye hills and dales and flowery vales
[00:21.46]That lie near the Moorlough Shore
[00:27.73]Ye winds that blow by borden’s grove
[00:35.36]Will I ever hear you more
[00:42.22]Where the primrose grows
[00:45.75]And the violet blows
[00:49.13]Where the trout and salmon play
[00:55.77]With line and hook delight I took
[01:02.99]To spend my youthful days
[01:09.63]Last night I went to see my love
[01:16.85]And to hear what she might say
[01:23.44]To see if she』d take pity on me
[01:30.85]Lest I might go away
[01:37.26]She said, "I love that Irish lad
[01:44.80]And he was my only joy
[01:51.48]And ever since I saw his face
[01:58.88]I』ve loved that soldier boy
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[02:33.20]Perhaps your soldier lad is lost
[02:40.96]Sailing over the sea of Maine
[02:46.97]Or perhaps he is gone with some other lover
[02:54.50]You may never see him again
[03:00.96]Well if my Irish lad is lost
[03:08.26]He’s the one I do adore
[03:16.61]And seven years I will wait for him
[03:24.15]By the banks of the Moorlough Shore
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