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My Wild Irish Rose

Al Jolson

Live!

1995

wild Irish Rose.

They may sing of their roses which, by other names, 
Would smell just as sweetly, they say,
But I know that my Rose would never

My Wild Irish Rose

Daniel O'Donnell

Live from Branson

2005

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

On your green banks I'll wander
Where first I did join
With you lovely Molly, the Rose of Mooncoin

My wild Irish rose
The sweetest flower that grows
You

as they walk on by
Well I reckon I'll never tame my wild Irish rose
Holds my heart 'til the day I die
Well that summer we had was the happiest that I could

could I melt the heart
Of a wild Irish rose

Well a gypsy she has made of me
A servant of the street
And back to bed I've traveled
To taste a love

Love Song To a Stranger, Pt. 2

Joan Baez

From Every Stage

1976

longing to go
To places they're longing to go

I remember the tall dark Irish rose
Who held me in my limousine
And slept with me under a burgundy quilt

longing to go
To places they're longing to go
I remember the tall dark Irish rose
Who held me in my limousine
And slept with me under a burgundy quilt
With

Plastic Paddy

Eric Bogle

Mirrors

1993

"Carach Fergus" and poor old "Mother Machree"
He's just thrashed his way through "Galway Bay" and "The Wild Irish Rose"
And if he starts singing "Danny

The shamrock is growing
On the grave of James Connolly
The Irish rebel

Many years have gone by
Since the Irish rebellion
When the guns of Britannia
They loudly

up stinking like a wild Irish rose
 
It’s happened all over again
You’re knockin but you can’t come in
Everyone is starin at your tie
 
They won’t look

Master McGrath

The Dubliners

Ageless Classics

1998

Oh well Rose stood uncovered, the great English pride,
Her master and keeper were close by her side;
They let them away and the crowd cried,

Sing him to the shore

By day their oars became their mantra, at night they camped along the way
Shared music round the fire with folks from Wales

of
My handsome Irish lad
Now my heart is broken forever

Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water

battles fought the odds
Were all against you
But your Irish heart was strong and
In memory still lives on
And in Ireland there are some
That don't forget

Irish but he went to Notre Dame
MacNamara crossed the street and by a bus was hit
But he was just a Scotsman so nobody give a sh(ACH!)

Now everybody's

the Irish Sea
Flutters the flag of liberty
Joseph's words upon the wall
Blood on the Rose, a Christian call

Joseph read the verses he'd wrote
To comfort

or you telling I don't know a what's sooner
And say that my demeanor never show my clutch boomer
Was babied to the game by the Irish rose mooners
They told

One morning fair I took he air
Down by blackwater side
T'was gazing all al around me
The Irish lad I spied

All through the fore part of the night
We

rare over by Cherson, Cherson,
we calcify fathers here below
a watery cross, with weeds
entwined
This grins restoredly,
 low sleep
Wave
Oh, no,
shush

Come over the hills, my bonny Irish lass 
Comer over the hills to your darling; 
You choose the rose, love, and I'll make the vow 
And I'll be your

of my bonny Irish lass
That my heart is aching forever
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that

of my bonny Irish lass
That my heart is breaking forever

Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
And fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is

of my bonny Irish lass
That my heart is breaking forever
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water

of my bonny Irish lass
That my heart is breaking forever
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water