| In the dock a ship was anchored
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| On a bright St. Patrick’s day
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| On the quay a lass was sighing
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| For her lover going away
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| In her hand she held an emblem
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| And its parted leaves were three
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| And her parting words were «Darlin'
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| Look at these and think of me.»
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| Three leaf shamrock I adore thee
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| Your three leaves I long to see
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| When there’s brighter days in Ireland
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| I’ll come home and marry thee
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| Just before the ship had started
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| As she laid her hand on mine
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| Just before that we had parted
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| She looked with loving eyes so kind
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| To my coat she pinned an emblem
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| And its parted leaves were three
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| And her parting words were «Darlin'
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| Look at these and think of me.»
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| But tonight I am an exile
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| Far from home and far from thee
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| Next my heart I’ll wear your token
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| Love no matter where I live
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| And although the seas divide us
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| And your face I might never see
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| When there’s brighter days in Ireland
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| I come home and marry thee
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| Three leaf shamrock I adore thee
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| Your three leaves I long to see
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| When there’s brighter days in Ireland
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| I’ll come home and marry thee… |