That Tumbledown Shack In Athlone

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
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
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