[C]One time when walking [G]down a lane
As [Dm]night was [F]drawing [C]nigh
I met a [Am]colleen [Dm]with three
flowers
And [F]she more [G]young than [C]I
[C]Saint Patrick [Am]bless you [Dm]dear said I
"If [F]you be [g]quick
to [C]tell
The place where you did [G]find these flowers
I [Dm]seem to [F]know [G7]so [C]well"
She took a flower and kissed it once
And softly said to me
"This flower I found in Thomas Street
In Dublin
fair", said she
"Its name is Robert Emmet
It's the youngest flower of all
And I'll keep it fresh beside my breast
Though all the world should fall"
She took and kissed the next flower twice
And softly said to me
"This flower comes from the Antrim hills
outside
Belfast", said she
"The name I call it is Wolfe Tone
The bravest flower of all
And I'll keep it fresh beside my
breast
Though all the world should fall"
She took and kissed the next flower thrice
And gently said to me
"This flower comes from the Wicklow hills
Its
name is Dwyer", said she
"And Emmet, Tone and Dwyer I'll keep
For I do love them all
And I'll keep them fresh
beside my breast
Though all the world should fall"
So Emmet, Tone and Dwyer I'll keep
As I do love them all
And I'll keep them fresh beside my breast
Though
all the world should fall
