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