Dear Little Shamrock

Dear Little Shamrock - The Irish Wanderers

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