‘Tis on the Emerald Isle of Ireland,
where the Leprechauns play.
There’s one old bearded grumpy one,
that guards Irish gold both night and day.
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Do you think it’s odd he’d be so cranky,
when he gets no sleep at all.
A lesser elfin cobbler out of their own
self made shoes would fall.
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He can brandish no sort of weapon,
must guard it with his wit
but I’ve ne’er heard of a soul on earth,
who’s got his hands on it.
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‘Tis said he has a special kind of shamrock
kept close within his vest.
and has been chosen by the Emerald Isle
as a Leprechaun, their best.
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With a wave of that green shamrock
he and gold both disappear.
As you think you get a glimpse of him
he pops up a hundred miles from here.
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