My Own Roscommon Town Songtext
von Foster & Allen
My Own Roscommon Town Songtext
I crossed the broad Atlantic
On a ship bound for New York
And I landed here on Broadway
Inclined for building work
I left my friends and loved ones
And the comrades all around
But most of all, I left behind
My own Roscommon Town
I′ll go home to you Roscommon
I'll go back there in the spring
And I′d stroll again with Molly
Needs the Skylar's merry ring
By the Shannon's rippling waters
It′s my county of renown
But most of all I long to see
My own Roscommon Town
I miss the ancient abbey
That stands there centuries old
Now healed from all the battle scars
Delved by the foreign force
And the little well still lies there
That once in common found
It recalls to mind fun memories of
My own Roscommon Town
It was often at the races there
We′d duly take our stand
And afterwards we'd rumble in
For a pint Ten old MacRams
You could see your Connors castle
As the sun was going down
It beheld the splendid beauty of
My own Roscommon town
I′ll go home to you, Roscommon
I'll go back there in the spring
And I′ll stroll again with Molly
Need the Skylar's merry ring
By the Shannon′s rippling waters
It's my county of renown
But most of all, I long to see
My own Roscommon town
Farewell to you, Roscommon
I miss you more and more
For it's often that I think of you
On this far foreign shore
For the yellow and blue we sported to
When victory did resound
So due to you, Font Comrade′s true
And my own Roscommon town
I′ll go home to you, Roscommon
I'll go back there in the spring
And I′ll stroll again with Molly
Need the Skylar's merry ring
By the Shannon′s rippling waters
It's my county of renown
But most of all, I long to see
My own Roscommon Town
On a ship bound for New York
And I landed here on Broadway
Inclined for building work
I left my friends and loved ones
And the comrades all around
But most of all, I left behind
My own Roscommon Town
I′ll go home to you Roscommon
I'll go back there in the spring
And I′d stroll again with Molly
Needs the Skylar's merry ring
By the Shannon's rippling waters
It′s my county of renown
But most of all I long to see
My own Roscommon Town
I miss the ancient abbey
That stands there centuries old
Now healed from all the battle scars
Delved by the foreign force
And the little well still lies there
That once in common found
It recalls to mind fun memories of
My own Roscommon Town
It was often at the races there
We′d duly take our stand
And afterwards we'd rumble in
For a pint Ten old MacRams
You could see your Connors castle
As the sun was going down
It beheld the splendid beauty of
My own Roscommon town
I′ll go home to you, Roscommon
I'll go back there in the spring
And I′ll stroll again with Molly
Need the Skylar's merry ring
By the Shannon′s rippling waters
It's my county of renown
But most of all, I long to see
My own Roscommon town
Farewell to you, Roscommon
I miss you more and more
For it's often that I think of you
On this far foreign shore
For the yellow and blue we sported to
When victory did resound
So due to you, Font Comrade′s true
And my own Roscommon town
I′ll go home to you, Roscommon
I'll go back there in the spring
And I′ll stroll again with Molly
Need the Skylar's merry ring
By the Shannon′s rippling waters
It's my county of renown
But most of all, I long to see
My own Roscommon Town
Writer(s): James Joseph Shannon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com