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?
2. From Moorlug banks I will never wander,
3. 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?
4. Were I a man of great education,
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