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.
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."
Recorded by Bing Crosby et al.