My Wild Irish Rose

My wild Irish rose
The sweetest flower that grows
You may search everywhere
But none can compare to my wild Irish rose

My wild Irish rose
The sweetest flower that grows
Someday for my sake she may let me take
A bloom from my wild Irish rose

'Tis better to buy a small bouquet
And give to your friend this very day,
Than a bushel of roses white and red
To lay on his coffin after he's dead.