When you visit dear old Ireland, <br /> Please say a special prayer. <br /> Light a candle in the Abbey, <br /> for my heart is always there. <br /> <br /> Place this little pot of shamrocks, <br /> in the chapel by the sea. <br /> Because, you know I love them so, <br /> and they're a part of me! <br /> <br /> On this tiny piece of linen, <br /> I cried a million tears or so. <br /> Bury it in the garden of the place, <br /> I once called home. <br /> <br /> Oh! Ireland my Ireland <br /> It's the place I long to be. <br /> I left my heart in Ireland, <br /> in that Chapel by the sea. <br /> I can hear my Mother calling, <br /> My boy come back to me.<br /><br />Lauretta P. Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ireland-my-ireland/
