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Dear Little Shamrock - The Starlite Singers
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 often wet it
It shines thro' the bog thro' the brake thro' the mireland
And he called it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland
The dear little Shamrock the sweet little Shamrock
The dear little sweet 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 thro' the bog
Thro' the brake thro' the mireland
Just like their own dear little Shamrock of Ireland
The dear little Shamrock the sweet little Shamrock
The dear little sweet little Shamrock of Ireland
