Through Erin's Isle br To sport awhile br As Love and Valour wander'd, br With Wit, the sprite, br Whose quiver bright br A thousand arrows squander'd; br Where'er they pass, br A triple grass br Shoots up, with dew-drops streaming, br As softly green br As emeralds seen br Through purest crystal gleaming. br Oh the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock! br Chosen leaf br Of Bard and Chief, br Old Erin's native Shamrock! br br Says Valour, "See, br They spring for me, br Those leafy gems of morning!" -- br Says Love, "No, no, br For me they grow, br My fragrant path adorning." br But Wit perceives br The triple leaves, br And cries, "Oh! do not sever br A type that blends br Three godlike friends, br Love, Valour, Wit, for ever!" br Oh, the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock! br Chosen leaf, etc. br br So firmly fond br May last the bond br They wove that morn together, br And ne'er may fall br One drop of gall br On Wit's celestial feather. br May Love, as twine br His flowers divine, br Of thorny falsehood weed 'em: br May Valour ne'er br His standard rear br Against the cause of Freedom! br Oh the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock! br Chosen leaf, etc.