I’m a long ‘way from home, and my thoughts ever roam,
To ould Erin far over the sea;
For my heart it is there, where the skies are so fair,
And ould Ireland is calling for me.
Oh! I want to go back to that tumble down shack,
Where the wild roses bloom ‘round the door;
Just to pillow my head, in that ould trundle bed,
Just to see my ould mother once more.
There’s a bright gleaming light, guiding me home tonight,
Down the long road of white cobble stone;
Down the road that leads back, to that tumble down shack,
To that tumble down shack in Athlone.
There are eyes that are sad, as they watch for a lad,
In the old fashioned town of Athlone;
And I pray for the day, when I’m sailing away,
To ould Ireland, and mother, my own.
Pascoe, Richard W.; Carlo, Monte; and Sanders, Alma M., "That Tumble Down Shack in Athlone" (1918). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1487.
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