Limerick is Beautiful


Oh, Limerick is beautiful as everybody knows
And by that city of my heart, how proud old Shannon flows
It sweeps down by the brave old town as pure in depth and tone
As when Sarsfield swept the Saxons from the walls of Garryowen

‘Tis not for Limerick I sigh, though I love her in my soul
Though times will change and friends will die and man will not control
No, not for friends long passed away, or days for ever flown
But that the maiden I adore is sad in Garryowen

Oh, she I love is beautiful, and world wide is her fame
She dwells down by the rushing tide, and Eire is her name
And dearer than my very life, her glances are to me
The light that guides my weary soul across life’s stormy sea

I loved her in my boyhood and now in manhood’s noon
The vision of my life is still to dry thy tear’s aroon
I’d sing unto the tomb, or dance beneath the gallows tree
To see her on the hills once more, proud, passionate and free

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