Lyrics My Wild Irish Rose - Frank McCaffrey
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
Tho'
each
holds
aloft
its
proud
head.
T'was
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.
[Chorus]
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
whenever
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.
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1 Maggie
2 Mountains of Mourne
3 Ringsend Rose
4 Grace
5 Star of the County Down
6 She Moved Through The Fair
7 I'll Take You Home Again Kathleen
8 Rose of Tralee
9 Danny Boy
10 I Will Love You All My Life
11 Last Farewell
12 Three Leaf Shamrock
13 The Town I Loved so Well
14 Mary from Dungloe
15 Lovely Rose of Clare
16 My Wild Irish Rose
17 The Fields Of Athenry
18 Raglan Road
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