Shamrock Shore (LIVE)

In early spring, when small birds sing, and lamb do sport and play
My way I took my friends forsook and went to Dublin bay
I am what I ask a passenger, and to England I sailed over
And bade farewell, to all of my friends, and left the shamrock shore

To London fair I did repair my fortune there to find
I found it was a lovely place, and pleasant to my eyes
The ladies too were fairer to view, and rich the purse they wore
But none I saw that could compare
With the maids of the shamrock shore

With the maids of the shamrock shore
No one can compare! No one can compare!