Moorlug Mary

Lyrics

The first I saw of my Moorlug Mary
Was on the fair day of sweet Strabane
Her smiling face, it was so engaging
All other fair maids she did trepan
Her killing eyes, sure they have me blinded
No rest I find either night or day
From quiet slumber I rise in wonder
Saying, Moorlug Mary, will you come away ?

From Moorlug banks, I will never wander
Where heifers graze on yon pleasant hill
Where lambkins sporting, fair maids resorting
The timorous hare and blue heather bell
I’ll press my cheese, and my wool, I’ll tease
And my ewes, I’ll milk by the eve of day
The hurling moor-cock and lark allures me
From bonnie Moorlug, I’ll never stray

I’ll go down yon woodland to my situation
Where recreation is all in view
On the river Mourne where the salmon sporting
And echoes sounding bring something new
The thrush and goldfinch will join in chorus
With notes melodious on Liskea Brae
To the sweet Loch shore then I would restore you
Saying, Moorlug Mary, will you come away ?

Were I a man of great education
And Ireland’s nation at my command
I’d lay my head on her snowy shoulder
In wedlock’s portion, I’d take her hand
I’d entertain her both eve and morning
With robes, I’d deck her both rich and gay
With kisses fragrant, I would embrace her
Saying, Moorlug Mary, will you come away ?

Tyrone 1

Songs of Tyrone


Notes

Moorlough is a mountainy district near Strabane. The words of this song were written by local poet Devine of the same district. According to tradition, the poet loved Mary all is life, but never married.

Moorlough 5



County

Tyrone

Song Themes

Irish women

Songwriter