Clinton Scollard

Sprays of Shamrock

 Just a few songs of her,
  Not of the wrongs of her
    Many and bitter and long though they be,--
  Songs of the hills of her,
  Songs of the rills of her,
    Ireland, set like a gem in the sea!

 Just a few songs of her,
  Not of the thongs of her,
    She that is bound, and yet fain would be free,--
  Songs of the gleams of her,
  Glamours and dreams of her,
    Ireland, girt by the arms of the sea!