My Wild Irish Rose

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[Verse 1]
If you'll listen, [G]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 [D]aloft its proud
head.
'Twas given to me by a girl that I know,
Since we've met, faith,
[G]I've known no repose,
She is dearer by far than the
world's brightest [Abdim]star,
And I call her my wild Irish Rose.
My wild [G]Irish Rose,
[C]The sweetest [D]flower that [G]grows,
[Abdim]
You may [D]search [G]everywhere,
[Abdim]But none can [D]compare[G]
With my [A]wild Ir[F#]ish R[Eb]ose.[D]
My [G]wild Ir[D]ish [G]Rose,[Abdim]
[G]The dea[C]rest flo[D]wer tha[G]t gro[Abdim]ws,
And some day [D]for my [G]sake,
[Abdim]She may l[D]et me take[G]
The [A]bloom from my [D]wild [Eb]Ir is[D]h
[G]Rose.[Abdim]

[Verse 2]
[Eb]They may sing of their roses which,
by other names,
Would smell just as sweetly, they say,
But I know [Ab]that [Eb]my Rose[Ab]
would never consent
[C#]To have that sweet name taken away.
Her glances are shy when [Eb]e'er I
[Ab]pass[Adim] by[F][Eb][Ab][Adim]
The bower,
where [Eb]my true love grows;
And my one wish has been that
[Ab]some day [Bb]I may[Eb] win[E][Eb][Ab]
The heart [A]of [D]my wil[G]d Irish Rose.
My wild Ir[D]ish [G]Rose,[E]
[G]The [C]sweetest [D]flower that [G]grows,
[Abdim]
You may [D]search [G]everywhere,
[Abdim]But none [D]can compare[G]
With my [A]wild Ir[C#dim]ish Rose.[D]
My [G]wild [D]Irish [G]Rose,[Abdim]
[G]The dea[C]rest flo[D]wer that gro[G]ws,[Abdim]
And some [D]day for my [G]sake,
[Abdim]She may let me ta[D]ke[G]
The [A]bloom from my [D]wild [Eb]Ir is[D]h Rose.

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