My Sweet Lough Allen Shore

Thereís a place I sometimes like to go
Where my mind is tossed and torn.
Itís a place where gentle breezes blow:
My Sweet Lough Allen Shore.

Where rabbits run and foxes flee.
And all blossoms fairly flower.
There are pike and perch fine trout and bream
Round my sweet Lough Allen Shore.

Round My Sweet Lough Allen Shore.
My sweet Lough Allen Shore.
There is nowhere I would rather be
Than my Sweet Lough Allen Shore.

Where Majestic Sliabh An Iarannís hills
Are reflected in the glow,
And where gentle wavelets softly spill.
On my Sweet Lough Allen Shore.

As I leave to find another world
Other places to explore,
It is in my mind that Iíll return
To my Sweet Lough Allen Shore

Charlie McGettigan