My wild irish rose
If you listen I'll sing you a sweet little song Of a flower that's now droped and dead, Yet dearer to me, yes than all of its mates, Though each holds aloft its proud head. Twas given to me by a girl...
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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...
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