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THE LAND WHERE THE SHAMROCK GROWS

There's a beautiful land that is dear to my heart, an emerald set in the sea
And Oh, with the last drop of blood would I part, to see that green island set free
'Tis the spot that Dame Nature is pleased to adorn and where water like bright crystal flows
'Tis the land where O'Connell and Emmett were born, the land where the shamrock grows

How long will it be, dear land of my birth, ere the chains of the tyrant shall fall
And peace, like sunlight that shines on your earth, bring joy and contentment to all?
How long will your flag, with its harp and its green, hang low 'neath the thistle and rose?
How long till oppression no longer is seen in the land where the shamrock grows?

Oh Erin acushla, though crushed as thou art, by the heel of a despot in power
Fear not - there are thousands of brave willing hearts who await but the time and the hour
To strike in defence of their dear native land and drive from thy green fields the foe
Who dared for centuries past to command, in the land where the shamrock grows

Harding's Dublin Songster (c. 1850)^^

Regards