a pretty spot in Ireland,
I al ways claim for my land,
Where the fairies and the blarney
It's the land of the shillelagh
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 -leaf shamrock grows
Where my heart is, I am going
And the moment that I meet her,
with a hug and kiss I'll greet her
For there's not a cutting sweeter
where the river Shannon flows
Sure no letter I'll be mailing,
for soon I will 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
come and take my name as Thor
Where dear old Shannon's flowing,
where the three -leaf shamrock rose
Where my heart is, I am go ing
And the moment that I meet her
With a hug and kiss I'll greet her
For there's not a cunning sweeter
Where the River Shannon flows
