| lyric | 1. When first I saw my Moorlough Mary
’twas at the market of sweet Strabane,
Her thrilling glances were so engaging,
the hearts of young men she did trepan.
Her thrilling glances bereft my senses,
Of peace and comfort either night or day,
In silent slumber I turn and murmur,
„Oh Moorlough Mary won’t you ccome away?“
2. Were I a man of great education
And Erin’s Isle at my command,
I’d lay my head on your throbbing bosom,
In wedlock bands, love, we’d join our hands.
I’d entertain you both night and morning
With robes I’d deck you both fine and gay
And with kisses, sweet love, I would caress you.
Oh Moorlough Mary, won’t you come away?
3. I marched away to my situation,
My recreation was all in vain
On the river Mourne where the salmon are sporting
And the rocks re-echoing their plaintive strain.
The thrush and blackbird would sing so sweetly
With notes melodious on the river brae,
And the little song—birds would sing in chorus
Oh Moorlough Mary, won’t you come away?
4. Then fare thee well to my Moorlough Mary
Ten thousand times I bid you adieu,
While breath remains in my throbbing bosom,
I will never cease, love, to think of you.
I marched away to some lonesome valley
With tears a-flowing both night and day,
In some silent harbour, where none shall hear me,
Oh Moorlough Mary, won’t you come away? |