The Shores of Lough Bran - Cara Dillon

Sit you down, loyal comrades

Sit you down for a while

Til I spend my last hours in 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