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My Wild Irish Rose

My Wild Irish Rose
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My Wild Irish Rose,
The sweetest flow’r that grows,
You may search ev’rywhere,
But none can compare
With My Wild Irish Rose.
My Wild Irish Rose,
The dearest flow’r that grows,
And some day for my sake,
She may let me take
The bloom from My Wild Irish Rose.

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