Dear old Shannon's Shore

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I once stood on Queenstown harbour,

On a bright September’s eve,

I saw some sights that grieved me,

As a ship was going to leave.

Some handsome boys and girls were going,

Some may return no more,

And they left their place of birth behind,

By the dear old Shannon’s shore.


By the dear old Shannon’s shore,

Where the foaming tide does roll,

And the shamrock clings to every rock,

By the dear old Shannon’s shore.


I saw a pair of lovers,

As they stood there hand in hand,

They made their vows together,

In their own dear native land.

I heard him say goodbye, love,

I must cross the ocean wide,

But when I will return,

Will you promise to be my bride?

It may be month’s,it may be years,

But I’ll come back ashore,

And we’ll live in peace and happiness,

By the dear old Shannon shore.


I saw a grey-haired woman,

As she bid her son goodbye,

Her face it wore a look of care,

As the tears stood in her eyes.

She said goodbye, God Bless you,

Will I see you anymore,

For you left me broken hearted,

By the dear old Shannon shore.


As that ship left Queenstown,

With that Irish exile band,

They were going to seek a fortune,

In a far off distant land.

But where ever they may wander,

Old Ireland they will adore,

And they will always think of their rustic cots

By dear old Shannon’s shore.



This poem was published in Scéal Cluain Mheacain, a publication brought out to celebrate the opening of Clounmacon Sportsfield in 1992.

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