Loud roared the dreadful thunder, The rain a deluge showers.
Bay of Biscay in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
As she lay, on that day,In the bay of Biscay, O!Andrew Cherry
There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle, 'Twas St. Patrick himself sure that set it; And the sun on his labor with pleasure did smile, And with dew from his eye often wet it. It thrives through the bog, through the brake, and the mireland; 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!Andrew Cherry