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THREE-LEAF SHAMROCK FROM GLENORE
As sung by The McNulty Family

1. It was on Saint Patrick's cold and frosty morning,
As I tramped across the dark and dreary moor.
How well do I remember mother's warning
As she plucked the three-leaf shamrock from Glenore.

CHORUS: 'Tis the king of all the flowers in Killarney,
And the likes of it sure you never saw before.
It grows around the rocks of Irish blarney.
'Tis the little three-leaf shamrock from Glenore.

2. I crossed the deep and wide Atlantic Ocean
And I walked around the great American shore,
Yet I thought I ne'er saw anything more charming
Than the little three-leaf shamrock from Glenore.

3. Sure my mother's growing old and daily feeble
As she sits outside that little cabin door,
But her thoughts are daily, daily ever thinking
Of that little three-leaf shamrock from Glenore.