| Lonely the wind and the wild waves that roll
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| In the glimmering shades around Lough Erne
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| My heart beats at night for the love of my life
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| A love I had won and then have lost
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| By the wild rushing stream where the wild roses bloom
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| Hurt by the thorns but how sweet was the rose
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| You’re my wild Irish rose; |
| the fairest in all of Fermanagh
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| The sweetest flower of all,
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| of all of the flowers that bloom in the land
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| We would walk hand in hand through midsummer night’s dreams
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| I’m the king of the world with his queen
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| You smiled in the mist that moment we kissed
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| I awoke with a sigh to find you gone
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| By the wild rushing stream where the wild roses bloom
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| Hurt by the thorns but how sweet was the rose
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| You’re my wild Irish rose; |
| the fairest in all of Fermanagh
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| The sweetest flower of all,
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| of all of the flowers that bloom in the land
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| On my island of dreams the ace will find his queen
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| The magic of our love will bloom again
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| In the mists of my mind once again you are mine
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| But the joker was wild, and you were gone
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| By the wild rushing stream where the wild roses bloom
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| Hurt by the thorns but how sweet was the rose
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| You’re my wild Irish rose; |
| the fairest in all of Fermanagh
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| The sweetest flower of all,
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| of all of the flowers that bloom in the land |