Show I i IN IRELAND i iThe The lakes like brilliant jewels beset I Within a green and golden net net- Are edged by flowers sweet and fair I Whose perfume scents the very air In Ireland I The colleens of St. St Patricks Patrick's isle Charm and bewitch you with their smile smile- I Their eyes with mischief glisten bright Their locks lock said are black as night In Ireland Tiny shamrocks dot the land Beauty glows on every hand hand- Everyone is free from care Ah they say heaven there In Ireland LUCETTA A. A WALLACE I |