O, the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock! Chosen leaf Of Bard and Chief, Old Erin's native Shamrock.
England! Whence came each glowing hue That tints your flag of meteor light, The streaming red, the deeper blue, Crossed with the moonbeams' pearly white? The blood, the bruise the blue, the red Let Asia's groaning millions speak; The white it tells of colour fled From starving Erin's pallid cheek.George lunt