My Wild Irish Rose (1899)
(wm) Chauncey Olcott (I) Musical A Romance of Athlone by Olcott (R) 1913 Chauncey Olcott (CR) John McCormack (R) 1947 film bio My Wild Irish Rose
If you listen I’ll sing you a sweet little song
Of a flower that’s now drooping 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 that I know,
Since we’ve met, faith I’ve known no repose.
She is dearer by far than the world’s 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 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.