FRANCIS MAHONY

677. The Bells of Shannon

WflTH deep affection,

• And recollection,

1 often think of

Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling around my cradle

Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder,

Sweet Cork, of thee ; With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters

Of the River Lee.

I've heard bells chiming Full many a clime in, Tolling sublime in

Cathedral shrine, While at a glib rate Brass tongues would vibrate But all their music

Spoke naught like thine; For memory, dwelling On each proud swelling Of the belfry knelling

Its bold notes free,

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