Samuel Lover

I'll seek a four-leaved shamrock in all thy fairy dells,
And if I find the charmed leaves, oh, how read more

I'll seek a four-leaved shamrock in all thy fairy dells,
And if I find the charmed leaves, oh, how I'll weave my spells!

A baby was sleeping,
Its mother was weeping.

A baby was sleeping,
Its mother was weeping.

Her beads while she numbered,
The baby still slumbered,
And smile in her face, as she bended read more

Her beads while she numbered,
The baby still slumbered,
And smile in her face, as she bended her knee;
Oh! bless'd be that warning,
My child, thy sleep adorning,
For I know that the angels are whispering with thee.

Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.

Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.

"Then here goes another," says he, "to make sure,
For there's luck in odd numbers," says Rory O'More.

"Then here goes another," says he, "to make sure,
For there's luck in odd numbers," says Rory O'More.