As I was walking down the lane as night was drawing nigh
I met a colleen with three flowers and she more young than I
St. Patrick bless you dear, said I if you be quick and tell
The place where you did find these flowers I seem to know so well
She took and kissed the first flower one and sweetly said to me
This flower I found in Thomas Street in Dublin's fair city
It's name is Robert Emmet and the fairest flower of all
And I'll keep it fresh beside my breast though all the world may fall
She took and kissed the next flower twice and sweetly said to me
This flower I found in the Antrim hills outside Belfast, said she
The name I call it is Wolfe Tone the sweetest flower of all
And I'll keep it fresh beside my breast though all the world may fall
She took and kissed the third flower trice and softly said to me
This flower I found in the Wicklow hills dew wet and pure, said she
It's name is Michael Dwyer and the strongest flower of all
And I'll keep it fresh beside my breast though all the world may fall
Then 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 may fall