My Wild Irish Rose (From A Romance Of Athlone) - John Mccormack

作词：Chauncey Olcott

作曲：Chauncey Olcott

If you listen I'll sing you a sweet little song

Of a flower that's now dropped and dead

Yet dearer to me yes than all of it's mates

Though each holds aloft it's 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 ever 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