1288. MY WILD IRISH ROSE 1899 |
MY WILD IRISH ROSE [Verse 1] C G C F G C My Wild Irish Rose... The sweetest flower that grows. F C F C You may search everywhere... but none can compare Am G#m G With my wild Irish rose [Verse 2] C G C F G C My Wild Irish Rose... The dearest flower that grows F C F C And someday for my sake... She may let me take Am G C The bloom from my Wild Irish Rose.
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