That Tumble Down Shack In Athlone
Performer(s): Richard W. Pascoe - Monte Carlo - Alma Sanders



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