May your blessings outnumber
The shamrocks that grow,
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone! Will be enjoying corned beef and cabbage for dinner with the family at night, along with my homemade famous Irish Soda Bread!
There’s a dear little plant that grows in our isle,
‘Twas St. Patrick himself, sure, that sets it;
And the sun of his labor with pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye often wet it.
It grows through the bog, through the brake, through the mireland,
And they call it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.
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