The Bigger Picture

My wild Irish rose

The sweetest flower that grows

You may search everywhere, but none can compare

Red just like a beautiful rose

Or a sour and rich glass of wine

Faith, hope, and charity

Corn beef, cabbage, and sausage

Grass, money, and cloves

My wild Irish rose

The dearest flower that grows

Clothes with lots of blues and violets

Little leprechaun with a green jacket and trousers

They live as spirits and cannot be caught

Would I be afraid of leprechauns?

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