Dear Little Shamrock Lyrics
Dear Little Shamrock - Macs Irish Players
There's a dear little plant that grows in Ireland
It was Saint Patrick himself sure that set it
And the sun on his labor with pleasure did smile
And a tear from his eyes oft-times wet it
It shines through the bog
Through the brake through the mireland
And it's called the dear little Shamrock of Ireland
The dear little Shamrock the three little Shamrock
The dear little three little Shamrock of Ireland
That dear little plant still grows in our land
Fresh and fair as the daughters of Erin
Whose smiles can bewitch and whose eyes can command
In each climate they ever appear in
For they shine through the bog
Through the brake through the mireland
Just like their own dear little Shamrock of Ireland
The dear little Shamrock the three little Shamrock
The dear little three little Shamrock of Ireland