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MY WILD IRISH ROSE
-Chauncey Olcott
My wild Irish Rose,
the sweetest flower that grows,
You may search every-where, but none can com-pare with my wild Irish Rose.
My wild Irish Rose,
the dearest flower that grows,
And, some day for my sake, she may let me take the bloom from my wild Irish Rose.

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