My Wild Irish Rose


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 sweetest flower that grows
And someday for my sake
She may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish rose



Irish Lullaby


Over in Killarney
Many years ago
Me Mother sang a song to me
In tones so sweet and low
Just a simple little ditty
In her good old Irish way
And I'd give the world
If she could sing
That song to me this day.
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral
Too-ra-loo-ra-li
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral
Hush now don't you cry
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral
Too-ra-loo-ra-li
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral
That's an Irish lullaby.



Sweet Rosy O'Grady


Sweet Rosy O'Grady
My dear little rose
She's my steady lady
Most everyone knows
And when we are married
How happy we'll be
I love sweet Rosy O'Grady
And Rosy O'Grady loves me.