Shamrocks

I drift along this fair land,
And I stretch out my hand
For some lovely shamrocks
Growing all 'round the greenish-blue lochs.

Their three leaves,
So bonny and wee,
Stand for the Holy Trinity.

I am an Irish rover
Dancing down from the White Cliffs of Dover,
Searching for my lucky charm-
The rare and sweet four-leaf clover.

Hidden in the mist are the Irish fairies,
Mythical, magical, enchanting little ladies.

I love my Ireland
And my true love's eyes and smile
Reflected bright and wide in the rolling Irish Sea
I thank the Lord for my Emerald Isle.