The Shamrock Of Ireland

There Is A Dear Little Plant
That Grows In Our Isle
Twas St. Patrick Himself
Sure That Set It

And The Sun On His Labor
With Pleasure Did Smile
And With Dew From His Eye
Often Wet It

It Thrives Through The Bog
Through The Brake
Through The Mireland
And He Called It

The Dear Little Shamrock Of Ireland
The Sweet Little Shamrock
The Dear Little Shamrock
The Sweet Little, Green Little,
Shamrock Of Ireland !
 

By Andrew Cherry