A BUNCH OF SHAMROCK FROM MY DEAR OLD MOTHER.
Copyright, 1890, by Frank Tousey.
Words And Music by Monroe H. Rosenfeld.
One day there came to me, from far across the sea,
A letter, and its words I read with tears;
It brought a gem so dear, my lonely heart to cheer,
And told of those I had not seen for years.
They nevermore can part this treasure from my heart,
It came from one who blessed it with a tear;
It brought the joys of old, its hopes And bliss untold,
This bunch of shamrock from my mother dear.
A bunch of shamrock from my dear old mother.
A treasure dearer far than any other;
Though faded, it shall rest upon my loving breast,
This bunch of shamrock from my dear old mother.
I see the cabin now, my mother's saddened brow,
I bear the voice that whispered sweet good-bye.
"Remember, lad," said she, "and true and honest be;"
Her words within my heart can never die.
Though oft the world is sad. my heart is ever glad,
I roam the vales again with happy cheer;
Ah, mem'ries sweet awake, when In my hand I take
This bunch of shamrock from my mother dear.- Chorus.
That mother now Is dead, but still the words she said
Will bloom within my heart like buds of Spring;
I know the daisies wave so gently o'er her grave.
And 'round that spot the sweetest mem'ries cling.
So dear to me shall be this gift from o'er the sea,
And dearer far, it grows from year to year;
When life from me shall part, I'll keep upon my heart
This bunch of shamrock from my mother dear- Chorus.