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

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

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

Never was a sweeter colleen would just know

Than little Irish rose

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