No it didn't...
Apologies for that...

Here it is again

I was leaving dear old Ireland
In the merry month of June
The birds were sweetly singing
And all nature was in tune
When an Irish girl accosted me
With a salt tear in her eye
And as she said these words to me
She bitterly did cry
Kind sir I ask a favour
Will you grant it to me please
It is not much I ask of thee
But it would set my heart at ease

(there's a bit of a gap and then the following)

Will you take these to Phelim
And will you kindly tell him
That these are the shamrocks
From his dear old mother's grave


Mick