I love these little shamrocks

From Ireland far away

By mother plucked  from Irelands breast

That on my bosom they may rest

Upon St Patrick’s Day

God bless that loving mother

I kiss the token dear

From her so lonely over there

To me so lonely here,

 

Her tears baptized these shamrocks

Ah few may understand

How sad I feel, how much I miss

A mother’s love, a mother’s kiss

A mother’s gentle hand.

Few here may know how hard it is

To tear the ties apart

That bind a loving daughters

To a loving mothers heart.

 

Michael Mullin

The Bard of Foremass