My Own Sweet Bright Owvaun -David James D. O’Connor

Along thy banks fair river,
It’s my delight to stray,
And watch thy happy wavelets,
That seem so full of play.
Whilst bubbling ever onward,
By grassy mead and lawn,
To join the lordly Shannon,
My own sweet bright Owvaun.

By Ballyhahill gliding,
Lisready green and fair,
It seems to be as loath to leave,
Thy spots of beauty there.
By Curraghmore and Woodcliff,
Past glen and cliff and lawn,
Unrivalled is thy beauty,
My sparkling bright Owvaun.