Verse 1: In the long, long ago in a little green isle,
When childish hearts knew naught of wrong,
A fair laughing lad and a rosy cheeked lass,
Wandered out thro' the flowers the whole day long,
When the parting came later the lad crossed the sea,
But a token of love kept his heart staunch and true,
So where-ever he wanders, in sorrow or gladness,
He thinks of a lass o'er the waters so blue.

Chorus: There are flowers from England, from Scotland and France,
They are emblems of honor and daring.
But true Irish love's kept warm from above,
For close to his heart he is wearing,
A sprig of Irish shamrock green,
When thro' with his daily toil.
He takes from his breast, with a loving caress,
A flower from Irish soil.

Verse 2: Now the lad older grown, once more thinks of his home,
And a little thatch'd hut near the stream,
The turf brightly lit, and the old Father sits,
The smoke from his pipe weaves an old man's day dream,
And a fair haried young Collen is there by his side,
She is thinking of one who's far over the sea,
While a voice seems to say when the big ship comes o'er,
At the wharf my Mavourneen I'll be waiting for thee.

Chorus: There are flowers from England, from Scotland and France,
They are emblems of honor and daring.
But true Irish love's kept warm from above,
For close to his heart he is wearing,
A sprig of Irish shamrock green,
When thro' with his daily toil.
He takes from his breast, with a loving caress,
A flower from Irish soil.