Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GREEN LITTLE SHAMROCK OF IRELAND, by ANDREW CHERRY First Line: There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle Last Line: The sweet little, green little shamrock of ireland. Subject(s): St. Patrick's Day | ||||||||
THERE'S a dear little plant that grows in our isle, 'Twas St. Patrick himself, sure, that set it; And the sun on his labour with pleasure did smile, And with dew from his eye often wet it. It thrives through the bog, through the brake, through the nureland And he called it the dear little shamrock of Ireland. The sweet little shamrock, the dear little shamrock, The sweet little, green little shamrock of Ireland. This dear little plant that springs from our soil, When its three little leaves are extended, Denotes from one stalk we together should toil, And ourselves by ourselves be befriended. And still through the bog, through the brake, through the nureland, From one root should branch, like the shamrock of Ireland. The sweet little shamrock, the dear little shamrock, The sweet little, green little shamrock of Ireland. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABOVE HALF MOON by JAMES GALVIN THE DEAD PAN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNET: 19. ON HIS BLINDNESS by JOHN MILTON PICCIOLA by ROBERT HENRY NEWELL THE VICAR by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED AN EVENING LULL by WALT WHITMAN MYRRHA by VITTORIO AMEDEO ALFIERI |
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