The Shores Of Lough Bran - Cara Dillon

Sit you down loyal comrades

Sit you down for a while

Till I spend my last hours for 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 all 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 it is planned

Far away from lovely Erin

And the shores of Lough Bran