I shall ne’er chase rainbows again, Knowing no pot o’ gold awaits at the end. My Irish treasure is not there. For ye, my love, abide with me here

I shall ne’er chase rainbows again, Knowing no pot o’ gold awaits at the end. My Irish treasure is not there. For ye, my love, abide with me here. (Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway)