My Wild Irish Rose Chords by John Mccormack
Tempo:
119.2 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
G
D
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F]
[D]
[G]
[C] If you listen [E] I'll sing you [F] a sweet little [C] song of a flower [D] that now [G] droops and dies.
[C] Yet [E] dearer to me [F] yet than all of its [C] mates, though each holds [Fm] aloft its [C] proud head,
[G] was given to me by a [C] girl that I know, [F] since we've met this [Bm] I've known [G] no repose.
[C] Is here or [E] by far than [F] the world's brightest [C] star, and I call her [Fm] my wild [C] Irish [F] rose.
[C]
[Fm] My wild [C] Irish rose, [F] the sweetest flower [C] that grows.
You [G] may search [C] everywhere [G] but none
[C] with [D] my wild, [G]
[C] my wild, [Fm]
[C] [F] the dearest flower [C] that grows.
[G] And some day for [C] my [G] sake she may let [C] me take [F] the bloom from [D] [G]
[C] [F] [C] [F]
[D] [G]
[F] her.
[C] They may sing of [E] their roses [F] which by other [C] names would smell just [F#m] as [G] sweetly, they say.
[G] [C] But I know [E] that my rose [F] would never consent to have that sweet name [Fm] taken [C]
away.
[G] For glances are shy whene'er [C] I pass by [Bm] the [Am] ball where my [D] [G] true love repose.
And [C] my one wish [E] has been that [F] some day I [C] may win the heart of [F] my wild Irish [C] rose.
[Fm] My wild [C] Irish rose, [F] the sweetest flower that grows,
[G] [C]
[D] [G]
[C]
[F] the dearest flower that [C] grows.
[G] And some day for [C] my sake [G] she may let [F] me take the bloom from [D] my wild Irish rose.
[G] [C] [F] [C]
[D]
[G]
[C] If you listen [E] I'll sing you [F] a sweet little [C] song of a flower [D] that now [G] droops and dies.
[C] Yet [E] dearer to me [F] yet than all of its [C] mates, though each holds [Fm] aloft its [C] proud head,
[G] was given to me by a [C] girl that I know, [F] since we've met this [Bm] I've known [G] no repose.
[C] Is here or [E] by far than [F] the world's brightest [C] star, and I call her [Fm] my wild [C] Irish [F] rose.
[C]
[Fm] My wild [C] Irish rose, [F] the sweetest flower [C] that grows.
You [G] may search [C] everywhere [G] but none
[C] with [D] my wild, [G]
[C] my wild, [Fm]
[C] [F] the dearest flower [C] that grows.
[G] And some day for [C] my [G] sake she may let [C] me take [F] the bloom from [D] [G]
[C] [F] [C] [F]
[D] [G]
[F] her.
[C] They may sing of [E] their roses [F] which by other [C] names would smell just [F#m] as [G] sweetly, they say.
[G] [C] But I know [E] that my rose [F] would never consent to have that sweet name [Fm] taken [C]
away.
[G] For glances are shy whene'er [C] I pass by [Bm] the [Am] ball where my [D] [G] true love repose.
And [C] my one wish [E] has been that [F] some day I [C] may win the heart of [F] my wild Irish [C] rose.
[Fm] My wild [C] Irish rose, [F] the sweetest flower that grows,
[G] [C]
[D] [G]
[C]
[F] the dearest flower that [C] grows.
[G] And some day for [C] my sake [G] she may let [F] me take the bloom from [D] my wild Irish rose.
[G] [C] [F] [C]
Key:
C
F
G
D
E
C
F
G
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] If you listen [E] I'll sing you [F] a sweet little [C] song of a flower [D] that now [G] droops and _ dies.
[C] Yet [E] dearer to me [F] yet than all of its [C] mates, though each holds [Fm] aloft its [C] proud _ _ head,
[G] was given to me by a [C] girl that I know, [F] since we've met this [Bm] I've known [G] no _ _ repose.
[C] Is here or [E] by far than [F] the world's brightest [C] star, and I call her [Fm] my wild [C] Irish [F] rose.
[C] _ _ _ _ _
[Fm] My wild [C] Irish rose, _ [F] the sweetest flower [C] that grows.
You [G] may search [C] everywhere [G] but none _
[C] with [D] my wild, _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [C] my wild, _ [Fm] _
[C] _ _ _ _ [F] the dearest flower [C] that grows.
_ [G] And some day for [C] my [G] sake she may let [C] me take [F] the bloom from [D] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [F] _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] her.
[C] They may sing of [E] their roses [F] which by other [C] names would smell just [F#m] as [G] sweetly, they say.
[G] _ _ [C] But I know [E] that my rose [F] would never consent to have that sweet name [Fm] taken [C] _
away.
_ [G] For glances are shy whene'er [C] I pass by [Bm] the [Am] ball where my [D] [G] true love _ _ repose.
And [C] my one wish [E] has been that [F] some day I [C] may win the heart of [F] my wild Irish [C] rose. _ _ _ _
_ [Fm] My wild [C] Irish rose, [F] the sweetest flower that grows, _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] the dearest flower that [C] grows.
[G] And some day for [C] my sake [G] she may let [F] me take the bloom from [D] my wild Irish rose.
[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] If you listen [E] I'll sing you [F] a sweet little [C] song of a flower [D] that now [G] droops and _ dies.
[C] Yet [E] dearer to me [F] yet than all of its [C] mates, though each holds [Fm] aloft its [C] proud _ _ head,
[G] was given to me by a [C] girl that I know, [F] since we've met this [Bm] I've known [G] no _ _ repose.
[C] Is here or [E] by far than [F] the world's brightest [C] star, and I call her [Fm] my wild [C] Irish [F] rose.
[C] _ _ _ _ _
[Fm] My wild [C] Irish rose, _ [F] the sweetest flower [C] that grows.
You [G] may search [C] everywhere [G] but none _
[C] with [D] my wild, _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [C] my wild, _ [Fm] _
[C] _ _ _ _ [F] the dearest flower [C] that grows.
_ [G] And some day for [C] my [G] sake she may let [C] me take [F] the bloom from [D] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [F] _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] her.
[C] They may sing of [E] their roses [F] which by other [C] names would smell just [F#m] as [G] sweetly, they say.
[G] _ _ [C] But I know [E] that my rose [F] would never consent to have that sweet name [Fm] taken [C] _
away.
_ [G] For glances are shy whene'er [C] I pass by [Bm] the [Am] ball where my [D] [G] true love _ _ repose.
And [C] my one wish [E] has been that [F] some day I [C] may win the heart of [F] my wild Irish [C] rose. _ _ _ _
_ [Fm] My wild [C] Irish rose, [F] the sweetest flower that grows, _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] the dearest flower that [C] grows.
[G] And some day for [C] my sake [G] she may let [F] me take the bloom from [D] my wild Irish rose.
[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ [C] _ _ _ _ _