Where the River Shannon Flows

Transcript

There's a pretty spot in Ireland I always claimed for myself It's my land, where the fairies and the blarney We'll never, never die It's the land of the Shillelagh My heart goes back there daily To the girl I left behind me When we kissed and said goodbye Where dear old Shemland's flowing Where the three-leafed shemrock 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 Oh,

there's not a homecoming sweeter Where the river Shemland flows Sure, no letter I'll be mailing For soon will I be sailing And I'll bless the ship that takes me To my dear old Erin 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 o'er Where dear old Shemland's flowing Where the three-leafed shemrock 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 Oh,

there's not a homecoming sweeter Where the river Shemland flows

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