. There's a dear little plant that grows in Ireland. 'Twas 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 grows through the bog ... Through the brake, and through the mireland. And it's called the dear little Shamrock of Ireland. (Irish Blessing)
shamrock........
. There's a dear little plant that grows in Ireland. 'Twas 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 grows through the bog ... Through the brake, and through the mireland. And it's called the dear little Shamrock of Ireland. (Irish Blessing)