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FRANCIS MAHONY
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
Cathedra] 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, Made the bells of Shandon Sound far more grand on The pleasant waters
Of the River Lee.
��I've heard bells tolling Old Adrian's Mole in, Their thunder rolling
From the Vatican,
�� �
