Maid of Mourne shore


Ye hills and dales and flowery vales that lie around Mourne shore
Ye winds that blow over Martin’s hills will I never hear you more
Where the primrose grows and the violet blows and the sporting trout there plays
With line and hook, delight I took to spend my youthful days

Last night, I went to see my love to hear what she would say
Thinking she would pity me, lest I should go away
She said: I love a sailor, he’s the lad that I adore
And seven years I’ll wait on him so trouble me no more

Perhaps your sailor may be lost when crossing o’er the main
Or otherwise has fixed his mind upon some comely dame
“Well if the sea proves false to me, no other I’ll enjoy
For ever since I saw his face I loved my sailor boy”

Farewell now to Lord Edmund’s groves, likewise the Bleaching Green
Where the linen webs lie clean and white, pure flows the crystal stream
Where’s many the happy day I spent, but now alas, they’re o’er
Since the lass I loved has banished me, far, far from Mourne Shore

Our ship, she lies off Warren’s Point, just ready to set sail
May all Goodness now protect her with a sweet and pleasant gale
Had I ten thousand pounds in gold, or had I ten times more
I would freely share the girl I love, the Maid of Mourne Shore


Air: Down by the Sally Garden

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