I have travelled to many a distant shore And wondrous sights my eyes have seen But there’s none can compare with the land of my birth It is there that I long to be I was raised within sight of the famed Barna Hill, And I climbed Glenquin Castle as a boy Held the hand of a man who fought the Black and Tans And won freedom for you and I Forever on my Mind Flying Proudly upon a Shannon Breeze The Green and White of Limerick Forever a part of me In the town of Newcastle I stole my first kiss From a Colleen who’s lips were sweet as wine As we walked hand in hand by the Deel’s lovely banks She promised me she’d always be mine On a bright Summer’s day we would all make our way To Tuar and the river Allachán And we’d sit side by side ‘neath the moon’s silvery light Then home again by sweet Monagea And we hunted the Wren with our neighbours and friends The Beat of the Bodhrán filled the air And we danced and we played ‘til the dawning of the day How I long for those days once again The Stories of old about Sarsfield so bold His courage and guile against his foe But the high price of Peace, with his fellow Wild Geese From Shannon-side he had to go I’m thinking tonight of our brave hurling men Who brought honour upon the field of play And I know in my heart that the wait is over now The Treaty men will have their day.
CRY Ireland Dublin, Ireland
CRY Ireland is a registered Irish Charity, established in 2002 by parents and relatives who have experienced the effects of sudden and unexplained deaths within their families. CRY does not receive any government funding.
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