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plant, so meek and slight,

Tinct with the emerald of the sea

Which like a mother, day and night,

Croons melodies to thee;

Emblem of Erin's hope and pride!

Though crushed and trampled under foot,

Thou still art found

The meadows 'round,

Up-springing from thine own sweet root!

Of sorrow thou hast been the sign

Through weary, unforgiving years;