That Tumbledown Shack in Athlone - Bing Crosby

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