where the river winds past the bridges down,
and the little lanes lead to the gathering crowds,
A light fall on a spring evening.
To watch the rain drift over the hill,
or the river head in a deep mist,
Maybe dusk has fallen on its Georgian streets,
If ever we should chance to meet
For among its streets the love I found
Of a girl from a northern town,
And I'll never see your streets no more
so full of my sad thoughts of her.
If ever you're in Limerick town, where the river winds past the bridges down
Will you seek the good friends there I found, and tell them I was asking for them.