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.
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Author Notes
I am half Irish, and I was in Ireland as a stopover when I went on a pilgrimage. That inspired me to write this poem. Thanks to dragifortuna for artwork.
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