There's a pretty spot in Ireland
I always claim my 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 good-bye

Chorus: Where dear old Shannon's flowing
Where the three-leaved shamrock 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 for ever,
I'll leave the old sod never
And I'll whisper to my sweetheart,
'Come and take my name Asthore.'

Composed by James I. Russell - 1904
Performed by Will Oakland (1880-1956) with Moore & Burgess Minstrels
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