One morning as I was out walking,
All along by the Revenue Quay.
With some friends that I met we were talking,
Concerning the grand scenery.

The streets are so neat and most charming,
And the colours I like very much.
As I go for a stroll every morning,
‘Round the beautiful town of Kilrush.

Scattery Island, a place of great beauty,
‘Twas there that Saint Senan did die.
To God he performed his duty,
Where forever his body will lie.

The streets are so neat and most charming,
And the colours I like very much.
As I go for a stroll every morning,
‘round the beautiful town of Kilrush.

Seven churches could be seen from the harbour,
But they’re now gone to ruin so much.
But the round tower of Scattery holds honour,
To the beautiful town of Kilrush.

I have seen the grand city of Limerick,
And I’ve read of the sweet Colleen Bawn.
But her beauty is now but a memory,
As she sleeps in her grave in Burrane.

She was one of Erin’s fair daughters,
By Garryowen she was loved very much.
But she drowned ‘neath the Shannon’s dark waters,
Near the beautiful town of Kilrush.

The streets are so neat and most charming,
And the colours I like very much.
As I go for a stroll every morning
‘Round the beautiful town of Kilrush.