“Patrick himself sure that set it; and the sun on his labour with pleasure did smile, and with dew from his eye often wet it.
It shines thro’ the bog. Thro’ the brake, and the mireland; and he called it the dear little shamrock of Ireland.
—from “The Green Little Shamrock of Ireland”
This book promised to be an interesting read, but has only one chapter, so most of it is unfortunately missing. It would be good to have the rest of it released if it exists at all.
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