My Wild Irish Rose

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Irish-American, composed for the New York theater show "A Romance of Athlone".

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X: 1
T: My Wild Irish Rose
C: Music and Lyrics by Chauncey Olcott (1898)
N: Irish-American, composed for the New York theater show "A Romance of Athlone".
M: 3/4
L: 1/4
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K: D
F/G/ "A"\
| "D"ABc | "D"df>e | "G"edB | "D"d2F/G/ | "D"ABd | "E7"ef>e |"A7"e3- | e2 F/G/ |
| "D"ABc | "D"df>e | "G"edB | "D"d2F/G/ | "D"ABd | "A7"ed>c | "D"d3- | d2f     |
|"A7"efg |   g2f/e/ | "D"def |    f2f    |"E7"fed |     Bcd  |"A7"e3- | e2F/G/  |
| "D"ABc | "D"df>e | "G"edB | "D"d2F/G/ | "D"ABd | "A7"ed>c | "D"d3- | d2     |]
|: "A7"A "B"\
| "D"f3 | "A7"f3e | "D"d3- | "D7"d2d \
| "G"dd2 | "A7"c2B | "D"A3- | A2 F/F/ |
| "G"GAB | "D"A2F | "G"GAB | "D"A2c/d/ \
|1 "E7"B3 | f2e | "A7"e3- | e2 :|
|2 "E7"Bcd | "A7"edc | "D"d3- | d2 \
:|["Coda" "E7"Bcd | "A7"dHe3/d/ | "D"d3- | d2 |]
W:If you listen, I'll sing you a sweet little song
W:Of a flower that's now drooped and dead,
W:Yet dearer to me, yes, than all of its mates,
W:Tho' each holds aloft its proud head.
W:T'was given to me by a girl that I know;
W:Since we've met, faith, I've no repose.
W:She is dearer by far than the world's brightest star
W:And I call her my Wild Irish Rose.
W:      My Wild Irish Rose, The sweetest flow'r that grows.
W:      You may search ev'ry where, but none can compare
W:            with my Wild Irish Rose.
W:      My Wild Irish Rose, The dearest flow'r that grows
W:      And some day for my sake, she may let me take
W:            the bloom from my wild Irish Rose.
W:They may sing of their roses which, by other names,
W:Would smell just as sweetly, they say,
W:But I know that my Rose would never consent
W:To have that sweet name taken away.
W:Her glances are shy when e'er I pass by
W:The bower, where my true love grows;
W:And my one wish has been that some day I may win
W:The heart of my wild Irish Rose.

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