Last night I had a pleasant dream I woke up with a smile I dreamt that I was Back again in dear Old Erin's Isle I thought I saw Lough Allen's banks in The valleys' down below It was my lovely Leitrim where the Shannon water's flow I stood enchanted by the scene of Grandeur and delight I headed off for Carrick town before The dark of night I passed Sheemore that fairy hill Where flowers wildly grow And I saw the grave of Finn McCool Where the Shannon water's flow The next I saw was Fenagh Town with Her ancient abbey walls Where the preaching of her holy Monks re-echoes through her halls I stood with reverence on the spot Reluctant for to go From the town of saints and sages Where the Shannon water's flow I've travelled far Through these great Lands from the East unto the west But of all the islands I have seen I love My own the best Mind if ever I return again there's one Place I will go It will be to lovely Leitrim where the Shannon water's flow