The Dear Little Shamrock
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…












