The Moorlough Shore Chords Lyrics And Tin Whistle Notes
A traditional Irish song. The sheet music score for tin whistle is included. The guitar chords suit the youtube version by Sinade O'Connor. The song was also recorded by Caroline Lavelle, The Coors and Dolores Keane. The song uses the very same tune as The Foggy Dew.The Moorlough shore standard sheet music in G Major with the chords is also included.
[Em]Your [Am]hills and dales and [G]flowery vales
That [F]lie near the [D]Moorlough [Am]Shore.
Your vines that blow by [G]borden's grove.
Will I [F]ever [D]see no [Am]more
Where the primrose blows
And the [G]violet grows,
Where the [Am]trout and [G]salmon [F]play.
[Em]With my [Am]line and [D]hook de[G]light [Em]I [G]took
To [F]spend my [D]youthful [Am]days.
[Am]Last night I went to [G]see my love,
And to [F]hear what [D]she might [Am]say.
To see if she'd take [G]pity on me,
Lest [F]I might [D]go a[Am]way.
She 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]
[Em]per[Am]haps your soldier [G]lad is lost
Sailing [F]over the [D]sea of [Am]Maine.
Or perhaps he is gone with some [G]other lover,
You may [F]never see [D]him a[Am]gain.
Well 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[Em][F][D][Em][F][D]
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
Near there I spent my [G]youthful days
But a[Am]las they [G]all are [F]gone
For [Am]cruel[D]ty has [G]banished me
Far a[F]way from the Moorlough [D]Shore.
That [F]lie near the [D]Moorlough [Am]Shore.
Your vines that blow by [G]borden's grove.
Will I [F]ever [D]see no [Am]more
Where the primrose blows
And the [G]violet grows,
Where the [Am]trout and [G]salmon [F]play.
[Em]With my [Am]line and [D]hook de[G]light [Em]I [G]took
To [F]spend my [D]youthful [Am]days.
[Am]Last night I went to [G]see my love,
And to [F]hear what [D]she might [Am]say.
To see if she'd take [G]pity on me,
Lest [F]I might [D]go a[Am]way.
She 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]
[Em]per[Am]haps your soldier [G]lad is lost
Sailing [F]over the [D]sea of [Am]Maine.
Or perhaps he is gone with some [G]other lover,
You may [F]never see [D]him a[Am]gain.
Well 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[Em][F][D][Em][F][D]
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
Near there I spent my [G]youthful days
But a[Am]las they [G]all are [F]gone
For [Am]cruel[D]ty has [G]banished me
Far a[F]way from the Moorlough [D]Shore.