Sweet river Suir 2


From Devil’s Bit to Thurles, from Golden unto Cahir
By castle-crowned Ardfinnan running pure
Past Carrick and Kilsheelan, ever sparkling, ever wheeling
Flow the waters of the sweet river Suir

The Galtees and Slieveardagh send their torrents to it’s flood
Bright Anner comes from storied Slievenamon
The sunshine and the shadows follow fast across the meadows
Till the dews of the morn are gone

By the rich flowery fields of the pleasant Golden Vale
By broken Norman tower and hamlet white
The whispering of the Suir, saddest bosom would allure
When it’s glad waters dance in the light

The winds croon and sob thro’ ruined abbey walls
Weird music echoes from the fairy ground
And the sad mystic rhymes of long forgotten times
In the murmur of the Suir resound

In cool sheltered glens where glossy hazels nod
The wild linnet trills a joyful lay
The thrush and blackbird singing, sweetest melodies are flinging
Thro’ briar-scented groves all day

Ah, fair is Killarney, where the smile of God is seen
And dear to me thy woodlands, Glenmalure
But when this life is ended, and cold earth with earth is blended
Let me rest by the sweet river Suir


Written by Monsignor J.B. Dollard

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