#1191 - Where the River Shannon Flows

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• Composer:
  • James J. Russell, 1905
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• Incipit: 123532213461765
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• Lyrics:
  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.
  
  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 Shanon 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'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 Asthore.”
  
  
  • James J. Russell, 1905