Cat. #1071 (MFH #381) - As sung by Raymond Sanders, Mountain View, Arkansas on May 12, 1970
VERSE 1
While leavin' dear ole Ireland
In th merry month of June
Th birds were sweetly singin'
An' all nature seemed in tune
When an Irish girl accosted me
With a sad tear in her eye
And as she spoke these words, to me
I bitterly, did cry
Take these to my Brother far across't th sea
An' don't forget to tell 'im they were sent of me
CHORUS:
Three leaves of Shamrock
The Irish from Shamrock
From his own darlin' Sister
An' those blessings, to she gave
Take them to my Brother, far across't th sea
An' don't forget to tell 'im, Sir
That they were sent by me
VERSE 2
Tell 'im since he went away
How bitter was our lot
Th landlord come, one winter day
An' turned us from out cot
Our troubles being many
An' our friends so very few
An' Brother, Mother often
Would weep an' sigh for you
Saying, darling Son, come back to me
These words she'd often say
Until one day, she sickened
An' soon was laid away
Her grave, I watered with tears
That's where these flowers grew
An' Brother these 'er all I have
An' them I'll send to you
CHORUS:
Three leaves of Shamrock
The Irish from Shamrock
From his own darlin' Sister
An' these blessin's to she gave
Take them to my Brother
For there is no other
An' tell 'im there's a Shamrock
From his dear ole Mother's grave