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SHORES OF LOUGH BRAN Sit you down, loyal comrades. Sit you down for a while, 'Til I spend my last hours in Erin's green isle. Come fill up your glasses and we'll drink hand in hand, For tomorrow I'll be leaving the shores of Lough Bran. There's my father and mother: you can now hear them sigh, With their tears bewailing, it would moisten your eye. But I will assist them, please God, if I can, Far away from lovely Erin and the shores of Lough Bran. In the incoming morning, I will bid you adieu, To Leitrim, Drumshanboe, and sweet Carrick too. But no matter what fortune I might make far away, My thoughts shall be with you by night and by day. My thoughts shall be with you while life's course is spanned, Far away from lovely Erin and the shores of Lough Bran. A composite of versions sung by De Dannan and by Delores Keane. @emigrate @Irish filename[ LOUGBRAN XX  8note Sheet |
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