The old claddagh ring
Sure it was my grandmother's
She wore it a lifetime and gave it to me
All through the long years she wore it so proudly
It was made where the Claddagh
Rolls down to the sea
What tales it could tell of trials and of hardships
And of grand happy days
When the whole world would sing
So away with your sorrw,
'Twill bring love tomorrow
Sure everyone loves it the old claddagh ring
With a crown and a crest to remind us of honour
And clasping the heart
That God's message would bring
A circle of gold always kept us contented
With true love entwined in the old claddagh ring
As she knelt at her prayers
And thought of her drear ones
Her soft gentle smile would charm a King
On her worn hands as she told me her story
You could see the bright glint
On the gold claddagh ring
My thoughts today though I'm far away
Belong to Connell's shores
The saucy air and the cailins fair
And lovely green Gweedore
There's a flower there beyond compare
That I cherish evermore
That grand cailin in her gown of green
She's the rose of Oranmore
I was dreaming of old Ireland
And Killarney's lakes and fells
I was dreaming of the shamrocks
And the dear old Shandon Bells
My memory suggested
In a vision bright and clear
Of the strange things that could happen
If we had old Ireland here
If the Blarney stones stood out on Sydney Harbour
And Dublin town to Melbourne came to stay
If the river Shannon flowed
Through Brisbane waters
And Killarney's lakes flowed into Botany Bay
If the Shandon Bells rang out in old Freemantle
And County Cork at Adelaide did appear
Ireland's sons would never roam
They would always stay at thome
If we only had old Ireland over here
Irelands sons would never roam
They would always stay at home
If we only had old Ireland over here
Sure it was my grandmother's
She wore it a lifetime and gave it to me
All through the long years she wore it so proudly
It was made where the Claddagh
Rolls down to the sea
What tales it could tell of trials and of hardships
And of grand happy days
When the whole world would sing
So away with your sorrw,
'Twill bring love tomorrow
Sure everyone loves it the old claddagh ring
With a crown and a crest to remind us of honour
And clasping the heart
That God's message would bring
A circle of gold always kept us contented
With true love entwined in the old claddagh ring
As she knelt at her prayers
And thought of her drear ones
Her soft gentle smile would charm a King
On her worn hands as she told me her story
You could see the bright glint
On the gold claddagh ring
My thoughts today though I'm far away
Belong to Connell's shores
The saucy air and the cailins fair
And lovely green Gweedore
There's a flower there beyond compare
That I cherish evermore
That grand cailin in her gown of green
She's the rose of Oranmore
I was dreaming of old Ireland
And Killarney's lakes and fells
I was dreaming of the shamrocks
And the dear old Shandon Bells
My memory suggested
In a vision bright and clear
Of the strange things that could happen
If we had old Ireland here
If the Blarney stones stood out on Sydney Harbour
And Dublin town to Melbourne came to stay
If the river Shannon flowed
Through Brisbane waters
And Killarney's lakes flowed into Botany Bay
If the Shandon Bells rang out in old Freemantle
And County Cork at Adelaide did appear
Ireland's sons would never roam
They would always stay at thome
If we only had old Ireland over here
Irelands sons would never roam
They would always stay at home
If we only had old Ireland over here
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