and I wish I was in Limerick town

where the river winds past the bridges down

and the little lanes lead to the gathering crowd

at light fall of a spring evening

to watch the rain drift over Raheen

or the river held in a deep mist

maybe dusk has fallen on it’s Georgian streets

if ever we should chance to meet

for among it’s streets the love I found

of a girl from a northern town

and I’ll never see your streets no more

so full of my sad thoughts of her

if ever you’re in limerick town

where the river winds past the bridges down

will you seek the good friends there I found

and tell them I was asking for them