Connie Francis My Wild Irish Rose
(Chauncey Olcott)
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 may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish Rose.
My wild Irish Rose
The dearest flower that grows
And someday for my sake
She may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish Rose...
