My Wild Irish Rose - Morton Downey
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
Sure it was given to me by a girl that I know
Since we've met faith I have 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
My wild Irish Rose
Are the dearest flower that grows
And some day for my sake
She may let me take the bloom from 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
Sure it was given to me by a girl that I know
Since we've met faith I have 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
My wild Irish Rose
Are 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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