My Wild Irish Rose song lyrics and guitar chords
Written by Chauncey Olcott in 1899 and recorded by John McCormack in 1914, see the youtube video. Also recorded by Irish country singer Daniel O'Donnell, Ronan Tynan, George Jones and Hank Locklin.The sheet music and tin whistle notes are included.
Intro: C-C-F-C C-F-G-G
If you [C]listen I'll sing you a [F]sweet little [C]song
Of a flower that's [D7]now droped and [G]dead,
Yet [C]dearer to me, yes than [F]all of its [C]mates,
Though each holds a[G]loft its proud [C]head.
T’was [F]given to me by a [C]girl that I know,
Since we've met, faith I've [D7]known no re[G]pose.
She is [C]dearer by far than the [F]world's brightest [C]star,
And I call her my [G]wild Irish [C]Rose.
Chorus
My [C]wild [G]Irish [C]Rose,
The [F]sweetest [G]flower that [C]grows.
You may [F]search every[C]where, but [F]none can com[C]pare
With my [D]wild [D7]Irish [G]Rose.
My [C]wild [G]Irish [C]Rose,
The [F]dearest [G]flower that [C]grows,
And some [F]day for my [C]sake, she [F]may let me [C]take
The [D7]bloom from my [G]wild Irish [C]Rose.
Bridge: C-F-G-G
They may [C]sing of their roses, which [F]by other [C ]names,
Would smell just as [D7]sweetly, they [G]say.
But [C]I know that my Rose would [F]never con[C]sent
To have that sweet name [G]taken a[C]way.
Her [F]glances are shy when [C]e'er I pass by
The bower where my [D7]true love [G]grows,
And my [C]one wish has been that some [F]day I may [C]win
The heart of my [G]wild Irish [C]Rose.
Chorus
If you [C]listen I'll sing you a [F]sweet little [C]song
Of a flower that's [D7]now droped and [G]dead,
Yet [C]dearer to me, yes than [F]all of its [C]mates,
Though each holds a[G]loft its proud [C]head.
T’was [F]given to me by a [C]girl that I know,
Since we've met, faith I've [D7]known no re[G]pose.
She is [C]dearer by far than the [F]world's brightest [C]star,
And I call her my [G]wild Irish [C]Rose.
Chorus
My [C]wild [G]Irish [C]Rose,
The [F]sweetest [G]flower that [C]grows.
You may [F]search every[C]where, but [F]none can com[C]pare
With my [D]wild [D7]Irish [G]Rose.
My [C]wild [G]Irish [C]Rose,
The [F]dearest [G]flower that [C]grows,
And some [F]day for my [C]sake, she [F]may let me [C]take
The [D7]bloom from my [G]wild Irish [C]Rose.
Bridge: C-F-G-G
They may [C]sing of their roses, which [F]by other [C ]names,
Would smell just as [D7]sweetly, they [G]say.
But [C]I know that my Rose would [F]never con[C]sent
To have that sweet name [G]taken a[C]way.
Her [F]glances are shy when [C]e'er I pass by
The bower where my [D7]true love [G]grows,
And my [C]one wish has been that some [F]day I may [C]win
The heart of my [G]wild Irish [C]Rose.
Chorus
My Wild Irish Rose Tin Whistle Sheet Music Notes
My Wild Irish Rose Lyrics / chords in the key of G
If you [G]listen I'll sing you a [C]sweet little [G]song
Of a flower that's [A7]now droped and [D]dead,
Yet [G]dearer to me, yes than [C]all of its [G]mates,
Though each holds a[D]loft its proud [G]head.
T’was [C]given to me by a [G]girl that I know,
Since we've met, faith I've [A7]known no re[D]pose.
She is [G]dearer by far than the [C]world's brightest [G]star,
And I call her my [D]wild Irish [G]Rose.
Chorus
My [G]wild [D]Irish [G]Rose,
The [C]sweetest [D]flower that [G]grows.
You may [C]search every[G]where, but [C]none can com[G]pare
With my [A]wild [A7]Irish [D]Rose.
My [G]wild [D]Irish [G]Rose,
The [C]dearest [D]flower that [G]grows,
And some [C]day for my [G]sake, she [C]may let me [G]take
The [A7]bloom from my [D]wild Irish [G]Rose.
If you [G]listen I'll sing you a [C]sweet little [G]song
Of a flower that's [A7]now droped and [D]dead,
Yet [G]dearer to me, yes than [C]all of its [G]mates,
Though each holds a[D]loft its proud [G]head.
T’was [C]given to me by a [G]girl that I know,
Since we've met, faith I've [A7]known no re[D]pose.
She is [G]dearer by far than the [C]world's brightest [G]star,
And I call her my [D]wild Irish [G]Rose.
Chorus
My [G]wild [D]Irish [G]Rose,
The [C]sweetest [D]flower that [G]grows.
You may [C]search every[G]where, but [C]none can com[G]pare
With my [A]wild [A7]Irish [D]Rose.
My [G]wild [D]Irish [G]Rose,
The [C]dearest [D]flower that [G]grows,
And some [C]day for my [G]sake, she [C]may let me [G]take
The [A7]bloom from my [D]wild Irish [G]Rose.
