Years ago we had a friend named Patrick O'Regan. He used to sing this for us.

Chorus...
By the dear old Shannon Shore,
where the foaming waters flow,
and the shamrock clings to every rock
by the dear old Shannon Shore.

I saw an aged Mother, as she bad her son goodbye
On her face, a look of care, a tear stood in her eye.
Saying, you now must leave me and I'll never see you more.
You're leaving Dear Old Ireland, by the Dear Old Shannon Shore.
Chorus...
I saw a pair of lovers, as they stood hand in hand,
Making their vows together, in their own dear native land
Saying "I now must leave you, for to cross the ocean wide,
and if ever I do return again, won't you promise to be my bride".

Chorus...

Bert.