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Shamrock

The shamrock inside me
pumps so loud
everyone can hear
that I'm so proud

I wear my country
on my sleeve
it reminds me
that I still believe

I don't have orange hair
nothing to compare
I have the green eyes
just give them a stare

Hear in my voice
its filled with Eire
I like it that way
its where I desire

My face is a shamrock
cant you see
connect the freckles
and smile with me

Ireland is my love
its always that way
Shamrock is my everything
including my name



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