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| Song Name: |
My Wild Irish Rose (chrom) |
By: |
Daniel O�Donnell, Connie Francis |
| Posted By: |
WaltP |
Difficulty: |
Any |
| Key: |
Bb |
Genre: |
Irish |
| Harp Type: |
Chromatic |
Audio: |
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| Created: |
2011-06-10 19:06:12 |
Modified: |
0000-00-00 00:00:00 |
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| | Fav Count: | 3 |
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| Song: |
MY WILD IRISH ROSE
Chauncey Olcott
Daniel O�Donnell, Connie Francis
Key: Bb
Time: 3/4
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If you lis-ten
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I'll sing you a sweet lit-tle song
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Of a flow-er that's now
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drooped and dead,
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Yet dear-er to me,
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yes than all of its mates,
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Tho� each holds a-loft its proud head.
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Twas giv-en to me by a girl that I know,
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Since we met,
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faith I've known no re-pose.
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She is dear-er by far
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than the world's bright-est star,
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And I call her my wild I-rish Rose.
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My wild I-rish Rose,
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the sweet-est flow�r that grows.
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You may search ev-�ry-where,
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but none can com-pare
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with my wild I-rish Rose.
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My wild I-rish Rose,
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the dear-est flow�r that grows,
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And some day for my sake,
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she may let me take
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the bloom from my wild I-rish 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.
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