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MY WILD IRISH ROSE
Words and Music by Chauncey Olcott
1899
8-Bar Intro
Verse 1
 
                    C             C+         F             C
             IF YOU LIS-TEN, I'LL SING YOU A SWEET LIT-TLE SONG
                                      D7              G7
                  OF A FLOW-ER THAT'S NOW DROOPED AND DEAD.
                   C                        F          C
               YET DEAR-ER TO ME, YES, THAN ALL OF ITS MATES,
                                     G7   Fm        C  G7
                   THO' EACH HOLDS A-LOFT ITS PROUD HEAD.
                 C     G7                C
                 'TWAS GIV-EN TO ME BY A GIRL THAT I KNOW,
               E7          Am   Em7    Am   D7          G7+
               SINCE WE'VE MET, FAITH, I'VE KNOWN NO RE-POSE,
                 C          C+           F                  C
          SHE IS DEAR-ER BY FAR THAN THE WORLD'S BRIGHT-EST STAR,
                                    G7   Fm G7   C     F   C
                  AND I CALL HER MY WILD I- RISH ROSE.
 
Verse 2
                     C             C+           F         C
            THEY MAY SING OF THEIR ROS-ES WHICH BY OTH-ER NAMES,
                                      D7             G7
                  WOULD SMELL JUST AS SWEET-LY, THEY SAY,
                      C                 F                C
                BUT I KNOW THAT MY ROSE WOULD NEV-ER CON-SENT
                                            G7  Fm   C  G7  C
                    TO HAVE THAT SWEET NAME TAK-EN A-WAY.
                      G7                    C    
                  HER GLANC-ES ARE SHY WHEN E'ER I PASS BY
                    E7  Am  Em7 Am    D7           G7+
                    THE BOW-ER  WHERE MY TRUE LOVE GROWS,
                     C            C+             F         C
              AND MY ONE WISH HAS BEEN THAT SOME DAY I MAY WIN
                      C               G7   Fm G7   C
                      THE HEART OF MY WILD I- RISH ROSE.
 
Chorus
 
            G7 C    Fm      C         F                     C
            MY WILD I- RISH ROSE, THE SWEET-EST FLOW'R THAT GROWS,
             C#°     G7            C      C°  G7           C
             YOU MAY SEARCH EV-'RY-WHERE, BUT NONE CAN COM-PARE,
                         C       D7          G7
                         WITH MY WILD I-RISH ROSE.
             G7 C    Fm      C         F                    C
             MY WILD I- RISH ROSE, THE DEAR-EST FLOW'R THAT GROWS,
                C#°      G7         C     C#° G          C
                AND SOME DAY FOR MY SAKE, SHE MAY LET ME TAKE
                         F          C  D7   G7     C
                     THE BLOOM FROM MY WILD I-RISH ROSE.
 
 
 
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