THREE LEAVES OF SHAMROCK
Copyright, 1889, by Harding Brothers.
Words and Music by James McGuire.
When leaving dear old Ireland in the merry month of June,
The birds were sweetly singing, and all nature seemed in tune;
An Irish girl accosted me, with a sad tear in her eye,
And as she spoke these words to me bitterly did cry:
"Kind sir, I ask a favor, oh! grant it to me please,
Tis not much that I ask of you, but 'twill set my heart at ease;
Take these to my brother, Ned, who's far across the sea,
And don't forget to tell him, sir, that they were sent by me."
Three leaves of shamrock, the Irishman's shamrock,
From his own darling sister, her blessing, too, she gave;
Take them to my brother, for I have no one other.
And these are the shamrocks from his dear old mother's grave.
Tell him since he went away how bitter was our lot,
The landlord came one Winter day and turned us from our cot;
Our troubles were so many, and our friends so very few,
And brother, dear, our mother used to often sigh for you.
"Oh, darling 6on, come back! " she often used to say,
Alas! one day she sickened, and soon was laid away,
Her grave I watered with my tears, that's where the flowers grew,
And brother dear, they're all I've got, and them I send to you.