A
SONG
,
WRITTEN
FOR
AN
IRISH
MELODY
.
HIS
boat
comes
on
the
sunny
tide
,
And
briskly
moves
the
flashing
oar
,
The
boatmen
carol
by
his
side
,
And
blythely
near
the
welcome
shore
.
How
softly
Shannon's
currents
flow
,
His
shadow
in
the
stream
I
see
;
The
very
waters
seem
to
know
,
Dear
is
the
freight
they
bear
to
me
.
His
eager
bound
,
his
hasty
tread
,
His
well-known
voice
I'll
shortly
hear
;
And
oh
,
those
arms
so
kindly
spread
!
That
greeting
smile
!
that
manly
tear
!
In
other
lands
,
when
far
away
,
My
love
with
hope
did
never
twain
;
I
saw
him
thus
,
both
night
and
day
,
To
Shannon's
banks
returned
again
.