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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

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