My Wild Irish Rose Tabulatur von James Olcott

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If you listen I’ll sing you a sweet little song
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Of a flower that’s now drooped and dead
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Yet dearer to me, yes than all of its mates
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Though each holds aloft its proud head
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Twas given to me by a girl that I know
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Since we’ve met, faith I’ve known no repose
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She is dearer by far than the world’s brightest star
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And I call her my wild Irish Rose
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My wild Irish Rose, the sweetest flow’r that grows
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You may search everywhere, but none can compare
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With my wild Irish Rose
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My wild Irish Rose, the dearest flow’r that grows
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And some day for my sake, she may let me take
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The bloom from my wild Irish Rose
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They may sing of their roses, which by other names
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Would smell just as sweetly, they say
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But I know that my Rose would never consent
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To have that sweet name taken away
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Her glances are shy when e’er I pass by
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The bow’r where my true lo - ove grows
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And my one wish has been that someday I may win
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The heart of my wild Irish Rose
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My wild Irish Rose, the sweetest flow’r that grows
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You may search everywhere, but none can compare
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With my wild Irish Rose
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My wild Irish Rose, the dearest flow’r that grows
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And some day for my sake, she may let me take
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The bloom from my wild Irish Rose