My Wild Irish Rose

My Wild Irish Rose - Hank Locklin

Written by：Olcott

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 dearest flower that grows

And someday for my sake

She may let me take

The bloom from my wild irish rose