Wood sorrels,
Cradled in the shining grass,
Are sunny shamrocks nodding
Under the bright blue heavens
By some warm, sparkling earth -
Down trodden.
I wear a green shamrock for you.
It's an emerald isle treasure
To share
Together
And cherish along
With our storybook love that came true.
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