She dance in the morning when the sun comes up
And laughs as she pours the coffee in my cup
She’s soft, and newly sprung in June
Like a melody that's sweetly played in tune My Irish Rose, the sweetest flower that grows
My Irish Rose?. Well shame on, shame on, shame on me!
I’ve been ramblin’ round this world? an eternity
She wounds with a tear, it fascinates me
She sometimes makes me hate the things I do?my rose so blue My Irish Rose, the sweetest flower that grows
I have never loved another so, pretty one that I adore
My Irish Rose, down the lonely road I go
I think of you? ‘Till all the seas run dry, my Dear, ‘Til rocks melt in the sun!
O I will love thee still, my Dear, ‘Til the sands o' life shall run She runs like a song to the swaying trees
She hums to the sound of the rusting leaves?.she sighs
At night she crows like a wild bird’s cry
As she ruffles out her feathers and she flies My Irish Rose, the sweetest flower that grows
I will never love another so, pretty one that I adore
My Irish Rose, down the lonely road I go
I think of you?
My Irish Rose, the sweetest flower that grows
My Irish Rose
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