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The Shamrock
Shore
Author unknown
In a musing
mind with me combine, and grant me great relief,
Whilst here alone, I sigh and moan, I’m overwhelmed with grief;
Whilst here alone, I sigh and moan, away from friends at home,
With troubled mind, no rest can find, since I left the Shamrock shore.
In the blooming
spring, when the small birds sing, and the lambs did sport and play,
My way I took, and friends forsook, till I came to Dublin Quay;
I entered on board as a passenger to England I sailed o’er,
I bid farewell to all my friends all ‘round the shamrock shore
To Glasgow
fair I did repair, some pleasure for to find,
I own it was a pleasant place, down by the flowery Clyde;
I own it was a pleasant place, for rich attire they wore.
There’s none so rare as can compare to the girls of shamrock shore.
One evening
fair, to take the air, down by yon shady grove,
I heard some lads and lassies gay a-making to them love;
It grieved me so, rejoiced to see as I had once before,
Had my heart betrayed, that I left on the shamrock shore.
So now to
conclude, and make an end, my pen begins to fail,
Farewell my honoured mother, dear, and for me don’t bewail;
Farewell my honoured mother, dear, and for me grieve no more,
When I think long, I’ll sing my song in praise of the shamrock shore
