When you visit dear old Ireland, br Please say a special prayer. br Light a candle in the Abbey, br for my heart is always there. br br Place this little pot of shamrocks, br in the chapel by the sea. br Because, you know I love them so, br and they're a part of me! br br On this tiny piece of linen, br I cried a million tears or so. br Bury it in the garden of the place, br I once called home. br br Oh! Ireland my Ireland br It's the place I long to be. br I left my heart in Ireland, br in that Chapel by the sea. br I can hear my Mother calling, br My boy come back to me.br br Lauretta P.