Key: A major
Verse 1
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If you'll listen, I'll sing you a sweet little song,
Of a flower that's now drooped and dead,
Yet dearer to me, yes, than all of its mates,
head.
'Twas given to me by a girl that I know,
Since we've met, faith,
She is dearer by far than the
And I call her my wild Irish Rose.
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The sweetest flower that grows,
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You may search everywhere,
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But none can compare
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With my wild Irish Rose.
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My wild Irish Rose,
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The dearest flower 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 Ir ish
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Rose.
Verse 2
by other names,
Would smell just as sweetly, they say,
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But I know that my Rose
would never consent
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pass by
The bower,
And my one wish has been that
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some day I may win
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The heart of my wild Irish Rose.
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My wild Irish Rose,
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The sweetest flower that grows,
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You may search everywhere,
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But none can compare
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With my wild Irish Rose.
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My wild Irish Rose,
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The dearest flower that grows,
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And some day for my sake,
Abdim
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She may let me take
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The bloom from my wild Ir ish Rose.
Outro 1
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