| lyric | My beautiful Shannon! how bright runs thy stream
From the morning’s first smile to the evening’s last beam;
Oh! sweet are the odours that float round thy tide
When the summer sun glows on thy emerald side!
My beautiful Shannon! how oft have I strayed
On thy wild flowery banks with my raven haired maid,
And opened my soul to thy mhsic, that’ rose
On the sweet fairy wind, o’er the summer’s repose!
My beautiful Shannon, alone on thy bank
What a banquet of glory my fancy has drank.
The-re, while thy blue current swept on to the sea,
I stood like a Magian, in converse with thee.
How grandly thy wild hills and dark Woodlands frown,
As thv floods glancing splendour between them rolls down,
Majestic and mighty as when from thy side
Great Brian’s Kincora looked down on thy side!
’Twas there by thy stream, clashing brightly along,
My spirit inhaled the wild magic of song;
And there, ’mid the calm floral shades of the grove,
I first drank the golden enchantment of love!
Roll on, kingh river! thou pride of our Isle,
And glmious life- pulse of t 1e heart of her soil!
The fleets of the world triumphant may ride
On the broad-swelling breast of thy ocean-like tide! |