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Chauncy Olcott

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Lyrics and Music by Chauncey Olcott

M.Witmark & Sons, New York, Chicago, London

My Wild Irish Rose Lyrics. Page 3.

Copyright MDCCCXCIX by M. Witmark & Sons


  1. Music Samples. Page 2.

  2. “The Sunshine That Fills My World,” lyrics by Gordon Johnstone. Page 7.

  3. “Beautiful Ballads”. Back Page.

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[Verse 1]
If you listen, I’ll sing you a sweet little son
Of a flower that’s now drooped and dead,
Yet dearer to me, yes, than all it mates,
Tho’ each holds a loft 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.

[Verse 2]
They may sing of their rises, 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 [Refrain]
My wild Irish Rose,
The sweetest flow’r that grows,
You may search ev’rywhere, but none can compare
With my wild Irish Rose.
My wild Irish Rose,
The dearest flow’r that grows
And some day for my sake, she may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish Rose.


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