Where the River Shannon Flows |
There's a pretty spot in Ireland I always claim for my land Where the fairies and the blarney will never, never die It's the land of the shillalah My heart goes back there daily To the girl I left behind me when we kissed and said goodbye Chorus: Where dear old Shannon's flowing Where the three-leaved shamrock's grows Where my heart is I am going to my little Irish rose And the moment that I meet her With a hug and kiss I'll greet her For there's not a colleen sweeter where the River Shannon flows.
2. Sure no letter I'll be mailing |