and I did lie And on my naked shoulder she too proud to cry She said that I must leave her an icy tear she froze How could I melt the heart Of a Wild Irish
wild Irish Rose 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
holding his Wild Irish Rose This crazy old fool in the smelly old clothes He could have had something much better, God knows Than a half-empty bottle of Wild Irish
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
I did lie And on my naked shoulder She too proud to cry She said that I must leave her An icy tear she froze How could I melt the heart Of a wild Irish
I did lie And on my naked shoulder she too proud to cry She said that I must leave her an icy tear she froze How could I melt the heart Of a Wild Irish
Übersetzung: Olcott Chauncey. My Wild Irish Rose.
Übersetzung: Daniel O'Donnell. My Wild Irish Rose.
Übersetzung: Jones, George. Wild Irish Rose.
Übersetzung: Locklin, Hank. My Wild Irish Rose.
Übersetzung: The Ink Spots. My Wild Irish Rose.
Übersetzung: Irish Aires. Will You Go Lassie Go (Wild Mountain Thyme).
Übersetzung: Irish Aires. Wild Rover.
Übersetzung: U2. Wild Irish Rose.
Irish Make Ireland Irish today Give Ireland back to the Irish Don't make them have to take it away Give Ireland back to the Irish Make Ireland Irish