My Wild Irish Rose
If you listen I'll sing you a sweet little song
Of a flower that's now droped and dead
Yet dearer to me, yes than all of its mates
Though each holds aloft its proud head
Twas given to me by a girl that I know
Since we've met, faith I've known no repose
She is dearer by far than the world's brightest star
And I call her my wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish Rose, the sweetest flower that grows
You may search everywhere,
but none can compare with my wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish Rose, the dearest flower that grows
And some day for my sake,
she may let me take the bloom from my wild Irish Rose
They may sing of their roses, which by other names
Would smell just as sweetly, they say
But I know that my Rose would never consent
To have that sweet name taken away
Her glances are shy when e'er I pass by
The bower where my true love grows
And my one wish has been that some day I may win
The heart of my wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish Rose, the sweetest flower that grows
You may search everywhere,
but none can compare with my wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish Rose, the dearest flower that grows
And some day for my sake,
she may let me take the bloom from my wild Irish Rose
Of a flower that's now droped and dead
Yet dearer to me, yes than all of its mates
Though each holds aloft its proud head
Twas given to me by a girl that I know
Since we've met, faith I've known no repose
She is dearer by far than the world's brightest star
And I call her my wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish Rose, the sweetest flower that grows
You may search everywhere,
but none can compare with my wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish Rose, the dearest flower that grows
And some day for my sake,
she may let me take the bloom from my wild Irish Rose
They may sing of their roses, which by other names
Would smell just as sweetly, they say
But I know that my Rose would never consent
To have that sweet name taken away
Her glances are shy when e'er I pass by
The bower where my true love grows
And my one wish has been that some day I may win
The heart of my wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish Rose, the sweetest flower that grows
You may search everywhere,
but none can compare with my wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish Rose, the dearest flower that grows
And some day for my sake,
she may let me take the bloom from my wild Irish Rose
Credits
Writer(s): Chauncey Olcott
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