| My Wild Irish Rose |
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| My wild Irish Rose, |
| The sweetest flow’r that grows, |
| You may search ev’rywhere, |
| But none can compare |
| With my wild Irish Rose. |
| My wild Irish Rose, |
| The dearest flow’r that grows, |
| And some day for my sake, |
| She may let me take |
| The bloom from my wild Irish Rose. |
