The Shamrock Shore

In early spring when the small birds sing

And the lambs do sport and play

My way I took

My friends forsook

And came to Dublinhere

I envied alas, the passengers

And to Melbourne I sailed o'er

I bade farewell to all my friends

And left the Shamrock Shore

  

In London fair I did prepare

Some pleasures there to find

I found it was a beautiful place

And pleasant to my mind

The ladies too were fair to view

And rich were the pearls they wore

But none I saw there could compare

With the maids of the Shamrock shore