Woorden: Daniel O'Donnell. 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

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

Yes, some day for my sake
She may let me take the bloom from my wild Irish Rose