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THE IRISH SHAMROCK IN SOUTH AFRICA
O little 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;
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