| I found this site online the other day. You need adobe acrobat reader to get the music books (.pdf file). There are lyrics and I think some guitar chords on the site too. It's really cool!
There's a dear little plant that grows in our Isle
Twas St . Patrick himself, sure, that set it;
And the sun of his labour with pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye often wet it.
It grows through the bog, through the brake, through the
Mireland, and they call it the dear little shamrock of Ireland.