Irish Song Lyrics 
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DEAR LITTLE SHAMROCK, THE 
There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle 'Twas St Patrick himself sure that set it And the sun on his labour with pleasure did smile And with dew from his eye often wet it It shines thro' the bog, the brake and the mire-land And he called it the dear little shamrock of Ireland 
Chorus: The dear little shamrock, the sweet little shamrock The dear little, sweet 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 mire-land Just like their own dear little shamrock 
That dear little shamrock that srings from our soil When its three little leaves are extended Denotes from the stalk we together should toil And ourselves by ourselves be befriended And still through the bog, through the brake, through the mire-land From one shoot should branch, like the shamrock of Ireland