Song lyrics to The Dear Little Shamrock by Andrew Cherry

There’s a dear little plant that grows on our Isle,
‘Twas Saint Patrick himself, sure, that set it;
And the sun on his labor with pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye often wet it.
It shines thro’ the bog, thro’ the brake, and the mire-land,
And he call’d it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland,
The dear little Shamrock, the sweet little Shamrock,
the dear little, sweet little Shamrock of Ireland.