SHAMROCKS AND KISSES.
Copyright, 1890, by White-Smith Music Publishing Co.
Words and Music by Duncan B. Harrison.
There's a dear little plant that grows on our Isle;
It's just like our Irish, it's sure to run wild;
And it's just like our hearts, steadfast and true,
So I plucked a big bunch, love, And brought them to you.
Shamrocks and kisses, shamrocks and kisses.
They're just as sweet as the dear honey dew;
I'll give you the kisses, the shamrocks they grew-
Shamrocks And kisses, shamrocks And kisses.
We may leave our dear Isle and sail 'cross the sea,
In the far Western wilds, or where'er Celt may be,
You'll find to his colleen And shamrocks he's true;
So I plucked a big bunch, love, and brought them to you. -Chor.