IF YOU LISTEN
I'LL SING YOU
A SWEET LITTLE SONG
OF A FLOWER
THAT'S NOW
DROOPED 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 SOMEDAY
FOR MY SAKE
SHE MAY LET ME TAKE
THE BLOOM FROM
MY WILD IRISH ROSE
THEY MAY SING
OF THEIR ROSES
BY WHICH 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'ER I PASS BY
THE BOWER
WHERE MY TRUE LOVE
GROWS
AND MY ONE WISH
HAS BEEN THAT
SOMEDAY 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 SOMEDAY
FOR MY SAKE
SHE MAY LET ME TAKE
THE BLOOM FROM MY
WILD IRISH ROSE
MY WILD IRISH ROSE
THE SWEETEST FLOWER
THAT GROWS
YOU MAY SEARCH
EVERYWHERE
BUT THERE'S 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