LIMERICK IS BEAUTIFUL.
Oh! Limerick Is beautiful, as everybody knows;
The river Shannon, full of fish, beside that city flows;
'Tis not the river nor the fish that weighs upon me mind,
Nor wid the town of Limerick I've any fault to find-
On! the girl I love is beautiful, she's bright-eyed as a fawn,
She lives at Garryowen, and she's called the Colleen Bawn;
And proudly as that river flows beside that great city.
Still prouder, and without a smile, that Colleen goes by me-
O hone! O hone! oh! Limerick is beautiful, as everybody knows.
Oh! if I was the Emperor of Russia, to command.
Or Julius Caesar, or the Lord-Lieutenant of the land,
I'd give me gold and silver-plate, likewise me army,
The Horse-Guards, the Rifles, and the Royal Artillery;
I'd give the crown from off me head, me people on their knee;
I'd give me fleet of sailing ships upon the briny sea;
A beggar I would go to rest, to rest at early dawn,
If by my side, just as a bride, I'd find the Colleen Bawn-
O hone! O hone! O Eiley! you're me darlin', Acushla Gramacree!