THE THREE FLOWERS 
One time when walking down a lane As night was drawing nigh I met a colleen with three flowers And she more young than I "Saint Patrick bless you dear" I said "If you'll be quick to tell The place where you did find those flowers I seem to know them well" 
She took and kissed the first flower once And sweetly said to me "This flower comes from the Wicklow hills Dew wet and pure", said she "It's name is Michael Dwyer The strongest flower of all But I'll keep it fresh beside my breast Though all the world should fall" 
She took and kissed the first flower twice And sweetly said to me "This flower I culled in Antrim fields outside Belfast", said she "The name I call it is Wolfe Tone The bravest flower of all But I'll keep it fresh beside my breast Though all the world should fall" 
She took and kissed the first flower thrice And softly said to me "This flower I found in Thomas Street In Dublin fair", said she "Its name is Robert Emmet The youngest flower of all But I'll keep it fresh beside my breast Though all the world should fall Then Emmet,Dwyer and Tone I'll keep For I do love them all And I'll keep them fresh beside my breast Though all the world should fall"  

Irish Song Lyrics 
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