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...

Toora - loora - loora, toora loora lai
Toora - loora - loora aye, hush now don't you cry
Toora - loora - loora, toora loora lai
Toora - loora - loora, tis an I-rish lul-laby

Over in Killarney, toora - loora - lai
Toora - loora - loora, in tones so sweet and low
Just a simple little ditty, toora - loora - lai
Toora - loora - loora, that's an I-rish lul-laby

Sweet Rosie 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 Rosie O' Grady
and Rosie O' Grady loves me!

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