The darlin’est thing that grows.
An’ to you now, ould Santy,
We bring the shamrock dear.
It manes good luck to ivery wan,
An’ good luck all the year.
An’ whin ’tis Christmas comin’
Wid all its games an’ toys,
Oh, thin ’tis sure the shamrock land
Is best fur gurruls an’ boys.
Eskimo enters—