Where The River Shannon Flows
Words and Music by James I. Russell
Published 1906 by M. Whitmark & Sons

There's a pret-ty spot in Ire-land
I al-ways claim for my land,
Where the fair-ies and the blar-ney
Will- nev-er nev-er die.

It's the land of the shil-lalah,
My heart goes back there dai-ly
To the girl I left be-hind me
When we kissed and said good-bye.

Where dear old Shan-non's flow-ing,
Where the three leaved Sham-rock's grows,
Where my heart is I am go-ing,
To my lit-tle I-rish rose.

And the mo-ment that I meet her
With a hug and kiss I'll greet her,
For there's not a col-leen sweet-er,
Where the Riv-er Shan-on flows.

Sure no let-ter I'll be mail-ing
For soon will I be sail-ing,
And I'll bless the ship that takes me
To my dear old Er-in's shore.

There I'll set-tle down for-ev-er
I'll leave the old sod nev-er,
And I'll whis-per to my sweet-heart,
"Come and take my name As-thore."

Where dear old Shan-non's flow-ing,
Where the three leaved Sham-rock's grows,
Where my heart is I am go-ing,
To my lit-tle I-rish rose.

And the mo-ment that I meet her
With a hug and kiss I'll greet her,
For there's not a col-leen sweet-er,
Where the Riv-er Shan-on flows.