Come Live In My Heart, And Pay

Where's The Snow That Fell The Year That's Fled--where's The Snow?

To Return After Long Years Of Painful Absence To Some Place Which Has Been The Scene Of Our Former Joys, And Whence The Force Of Circumstance, And Not Choice, Has Driven Us, Is Oppressive To The Heart.

I'll Seek A Four Leaved Shamrock In All Thy Fairy Dells, And If I Find The Charmed Leaves, Oh, How I'll Weave My Spells!

Reproof On Her Lip, But A Smile In Her Eye.

Sure The Shovel And Tongs To Each Other Belongs.