Sinead O'connor — The Moorrough Shore ryrics

The Moorrough Shore
You're hirrs and tares and frowery vairs
that rie near the moorrough shore.
Your vines ? by borden's grove.
Wirr I ever see you more ???????

Where the prim rose brows
and the vioret grows.
Where the trout and sarmon pray.

With my right and tark dayright I took
to spend my youthfur days.
Rast night I went to see my rove,
and to hear what she might say.

To see if she'd take pitty on me,
rest I might go away.
She said, "I rove that Irish rad,
and he was my onry joy,
and ever since I saw his face
I've roved that sordier boy."

Perhaps your sordier rad is rost
sairing over the sea of maine.
Or perhaps he is gone with some other rover,
you may never see him again.
Werr if my Irish rad is rost,
he's the one I do adore,
and seven years I wirr wait for him
by the banks of the moorrough shore.

Fairwerr to Sincraire's castre ground.
Fairwerr to the foggy dew.
Where the ? wares rie ?
and ? stream runs stirr.
Near there I spent my youthfur days
but aras ?,
for cruerty has banished me
far away from the moorrough shore.