My Wild Irish Rose

My Wild Irish Rose - Dennis Day

Written by：Chauncey Olcott

If you listen I'll sing you a sweet little song

Of a flower that's now dropped 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 some day for my sake she may let me take the bloom

From 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