[VERSE 1]
[Em] Your [Am]hills and dales and [G]flowery vales
That [F]lie near the [D]Moorlough [Am]Shore
[Em] Your [Am]vines that blow by [G]borden's grove
Will I [F]ever [D]see no [Am]more
[Em] Where the [Am]primrose blows
And the[G] violet grows
Where the [Am]trout and [G]salmon [F]play
[Em] With my [Am]line and [D]hook, del[G]ight I [Em]took
To [F]spend my [D]youthful [Am]days
[VERSE 2]
[Em] Last[Am] night I went to [G]see my love
And to [F]hear what [D]she might [Am]say
[Em] To [Am]see if she'd take [G]pity on me
Lest [F]I might [D]go a[Am]way
[Em] She [Am]said, "I love an [G]Irish lad
And he [Am]was my [G]only [F]joy
[Em] And [Am]ever [D]since I [G]saw his [Em]face
I've [F]loved that [D]soldier [Am]boy." [Em] [Am]
[VERSE 3]
[Em] Per[Am]haps your soldier [G]lad is lost
Sailing [F]over the [D]sea of [Am]Maine
[Em] Or per[Am]haps he is gone with some [G]other lover
You may [F]never [D]see him a[Am]gain
[Em] Well [Am]if my Irish [G]lad is lost
He's the [Am]one I [G]do a[F]dore
[Em] And [Am]seven [D]years I will [G]wait for [Em]him
By the [F]banks of the Moorlough [D]Shore
[INSTRUMENTAL]
[Em] [F] [D] [Em] [F] [D]
[VERSE 4]
Fare[Am]well to Sinclaire's [G]castle grand
Fare[F]well to the [D]foggy [Am]dew
[Em] Where the [Am]linen waves like [G]bleaching silk
And the [F]falling [D]stream runs [Am]still
[Em] Near [Am]there I spent my [G]youthful days
But a[Am]las they [G]all are [F]gone
[Em] For [Am]cruel[D]ty has [G]banished [Em]me
Far a[F]way from the Moorlough [D]Shore
[Am]
[Em] Your [Am]hills and dales and [G]flowery vales
That [F]lie near the [D]Moorlough [Am]Shore
[Em] Your [Am]vines that blow by [G]borden's grove
Will I [F]ever [D]see no [Am]more
[Em] Where the [Am]primrose blows
And the[G] violet grows
Where the [Am]trout and [G]salmon [F]play
[Em] With my [Am]line and [D]hook, del[G]ight I [Em]took
To [F]spend my [D]youthful [Am]days
[VERSE 2]
[Em] Last[Am] night I went to [G]see my love
And to [F]hear what [D]she might [Am]say
[Em] To [Am]see if she'd take [G]pity on me
Lest [F]I might [D]go a[Am]way
[Em] She [Am]said, "I love an [G]Irish lad
And he [Am]was my [G]only [F]joy
[Em] And [Am]ever [D]since I [G]saw his [Em]face
I've [F]loved that [D]soldier [Am]boy." [Em] [Am]
[VERSE 3]
[Em] Per[Am]haps your soldier [G]lad is lost
Sailing [F]over the [D]sea of [Am]Maine
[Em] Or per[Am]haps he is gone with some [G]other lover
You may [F]never [D]see him a[Am]gain
[Em] Well [Am]if my Irish [G]lad is lost
He's the [Am]one I [G]do a[F]dore
[Em] And [Am]seven [D]years I will [G]wait for [Em]him
By the [F]banks of the Moorlough [D]Shore
[INSTRUMENTAL]
[Em] [F] [D] [Em] [F] [D]
[VERSE 4]
Fare[Am]well to Sinclaire's [G]castle grand
Fare[F]well to the [D]foggy [Am]dew
[Em] Where the [Am]linen waves like [G]bleaching silk
And the [F]falling [D]stream runs [Am]still
[Em] Near [Am]there I spent my [G]youthful days
But a[Am]las they [G]all are [F]gone
[Em] For [Am]cruel[D]ty has [G]banished [Em]me
Far a[F]way from the Moorlough [D]Shore
[Am]
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