Happy St. Patrick's Day!

The Shamrock

There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle,

'Twas Saint Patrick himself, sure, that set it;

And the sun of his labor with pleasure did smile,

And with dew from his eye often wet it.

It grows through the bog, through the brake,

through the mireland

And they call it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.

(Irish Blessing)