My wild Irish rose
The sweetest flow'are that grows
You may search everywhere
Bu there's none can compare
With my wild Irish rose
My wild Irish rose
The sweetest flow'are that grows
Some day for my sake
She may let take
The bloom from my wild Irish rose
[MONOLOGUE:] Wild, wild Irish rose. I'm tellin' ya it's the sweetest flower that
EVER grows. *She may let me take and there's none can compare *, with my
wild, that good ole wild, wild Irish rose. Honey chile, I'm talkin' 'bout that wild Irish
rose. It's the sweetest flower that grows. And some day for MY sake, honey lamb,
I hope you'll let me take just one little bloom from my wild, wild Irish rose.
My wild Irish rose
The sweetest flow'are that grows
Some day for my sake
She may let take
The bloom from my wild Irish rose
[TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE:] * I think the monologist may have messed up here but it
IS what he says.*
