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 good-bye.
Where dear old Shannon's flowing,
Where the three leaved Shamrock 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.
Sure, no letter I'll be mailin',
For soon will I be sailin',
And I'll bless the ship that takes me
To my dear old Erin's shore.
There I'll settle down forever,
I'll leave the old sod never,
And I'll whisper to my sweetheart,
"Come and take my name,
As thore".
Where dear old Shannon's flowing,
Where the three leaved Shamrock 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.
