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The Mills Brothers My Wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish rose
The dearest flower that grows
You may search everywhere
But none can compare
With my wild Irish rose
My wild Irish rose
The sweetest
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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Hank Locklin 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 someday for my sake she may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish rose
My wild Irish rose
The dearest flower that grows
And someday for my sake she may let me take
The bloom from my wild
Irish rose
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If you listen I'll sing you a sweet little song Writer(s): MC-NAMARA FRANCIS ANTHONY<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.comMy Wild Irish Rose Lyrics
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,
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
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
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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Verse 1: If you listen I’ll sing you a sweet little song
Of a flower that’s now drooping 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.
Refrain:
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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Daniel Francis Noel O'Donnell (born 12 January 1961) is an Irish singer, television presenter and philanthropist. After rising to public attention in 1983 he has since become a household name in Ireland and the UK and has also had considerable success in the US and Australia. In 2012, he became the first artist to have a different album in the UK charts every year for 25 consecutive years. more »
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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 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 rose, 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.Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer
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