There’s a dear little plant that grows in our isle
There’s a dear little plant that grows in our isle,
‘Twas St. Patrick himself, sure, that sets it;
And the sun of his labor with pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye often wet it.
It grows through the bog, through the brake, through the mireland,
And they call it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.
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on October 22nd, 2009 at 5:46 pm
I sang this in a St Patrick’s Day play while in the 1st grade in 1957. It was a lovely song that I never forgot!
on March 13th, 2010 at 4:04 pm
My dad (born 1899) in Belfast moved to England in 1923. He often sang this song to us when we were children in the 1950s. I now have his old school music book from the early 1900s, called “Songs of our Land” – a selection of Irish melodies. It has all three verses of the song There’s a dear liittle plant…. It is in the key of A, is written in tonic sol fa and features two part harmony. Incidentally, the book cost one penny!! And that was old money!
on March 18th, 2010 at 12:19 pm
My grandma used to sing this a lot, but it was ALWAYS ‘There’s a dear little shamrock that grows in our isle…’
now I find it’s come into my head again!