The Shamrock From His Dear Mother's Grave

I was leaving dear old Ireland in the merry month of June
The birds were singing cheerfully and all nature seemed in tune
When an Irish girl accosted me with a sad tear in her eye
And as she said these words to me, she bitterly did cry
"Kind sir I ask one favour, will you grant it to me please?
It is not much, but what I ask will set my heart at ease -
Will you take this bunch of shamrock to my brother o'er the sea
And will you kindly tell him, sir, that this shamrock came from me"

Chorus
Just the three-leafed shamrock, the Irishman's shamrock
From his own darling Norah - her blessing too she gave
Take them to Phelim and will you kindly tell him
These are the shamrock from his dear mother's grave

Tell him since he left us how bitter was our lot
The landlord came one winter's day and turned us from our cot
Troubles we had many and friends were very few
And brother dear, my mother used oft to sigh for you
My gallant son will come again she often used to say
Until one day she sickened and soon was laid away
Her grave I watered with my tears- these are the flowers that grew
And Phelim these are all I have, and these I send to you

Chorus
Just the three-leafed shamrock, the Irishman's shamrock
From his own darling sister - her blessing too she gave
Take them to my brother for he knows I've no one other
Just the three-leafed shamrock from his dear mother's grave