Bless the land of the oak, and its neighboring earth,
Where grows the shillelah and shamrock so green.
May the sons of the Thames, the Tweed, and the Shannon,
Thrash the sons that would plant on their confines a cannon.
United and happy, at liberty’s shrine,
May the rose and the thistle long flourish and twine
Round a sprig of shillelah and shamrock so green.”
The Low Back’d Car.
When first I saw sweet Peggy,