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Bing Crosby
Bing Crosby - Where the River Shannon Flows
Where the River Shannon Flows
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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
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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