The Dear Little Shamrock
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 oft-times wet it.
It grows thro' the bog, thro' the brake, and the mireland,
And it's called the dear 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, and the mireland,
Just like their own dear little Shamrock of Ireland.
That dear little plant that springs 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 thro' the bog, thro' the brake, and the mireland,
From one root should branch, like the Shamrock of Ireland.
~Andrew Cherry
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 oft-times wet it.
It grows thro' the bog, thro' the brake, and the mireland,
And it's called the dear 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, and the mireland,
Just like their own dear little Shamrock of Ireland.
That dear little plant that springs 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 thro' the bog, thro' the brake, and the mireland,
From one root should branch, like the Shamrock of Ireland.
~Andrew Cherry
May the strength of three be in your journey.♣
~Irish Proverb
~Irish Proverb
❀`•.¸¸.•´✿´May the road rise to meet you,
(¯`O´¯)¸.•°☼May the wind be always at your back,
*./ | \ .。❀˚May the sun shine warm upon your face,
°//.♥\\‿✿The rains fall soft upon your fields and, Until we
❀`•.¸meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.`
♥¸.•´✿Irish Blessing♣ Amen
❇*•.¸＊¸.•*❇Lucky stars above you¸.•*❇
＊╰╮. ≀ .╭╯
⌣⌢ (ˆ◡ˆ) ⌢⌣
. ☾ ╯˙≀˙╰╮...Sunshine on your way,
Many friends to love you,
Joy in work and play-
Laughter to outweigh each care,
In your heart a song-
And gladness waiting everywhere
All your whole life long!~Irish Blessings
❇*•.¸＊¸.•*❇May brooks and trees and singing hills¸.•*❇
＊╰╮. ≀ .╭╯Join in the chorus too, ❇*•.¸＊¸.•*❇
⌣⌢ (ˆ◡ˆ) ⌢⌣And every gentle wind that blows❇*•.¸＊
. ☾ ╯˙≀˙╰╮...Send happiness to you.＊Irish Blessing＊
❇*•.¸＊¸.•*❇
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