American Old Time Song Lyrics: 38 Story Of The Shamrock
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 38
STORY OF THE SHAMROCK.
Copyright, 1892, by Frank Harding.
Sung by Pat Murphy with great success.
I'll relate to you a story, the truth I'll tell with pride;
You've heard of Ireland's emblem, with its three leaves far and wide;
Lore, truth and valor are the words impressed upon each leaf.
That flower can boast a pedigree, tho' now bowed down with grief;
I've not come here to agitate or speak of shining lights;
Nor is it my intention here to affirm on Irish rights.
The story that you'll hear from me I'll tell where'er I roam;
That emblem dear is in my heart, that glows at home, sweet home.
It's planted in an Irish heart as deep as in the soil;
Its leaves are watered by the tears that come of honest toil;
The thistle and the rose will grow in any common ground:
But you can't transplant the shamrock from old Ireland.
The modest shamrock loved the rose and courted it from youth;
It did no underhanded work, but always spoke the truth.
It had a good foundation, too-'twas backed by modest pride.
The shamrock, thistle and the rose, with truth and love were tied;
Till like a serpent in the grass, ambition crept between
And wrenched the bonds of truth and love fast off that peaceful scene,
The rose repaid the shamrock with ingratitude for love,
Just like the hawk that pounced upon the unsuspecting dove.- Cho,
The rose may well remember when the shamrock stood her friend.
The dear old homes of England he helped him to defend;
And though the shamrock shed its blood, as history plainly shows,
It seems the paltry rose forgot to pay the debt she owes.
We ask you can you wonder at old Ireland's bitter smile,
When base and cowardly traitors are plotting all the while;
But with love, truth and valor, and honest hearts unfurled,
The future of the shamrock will electrify the world.- Chorus.