18 Apr 00 - 08:16 AM (#213560) Subject: Wild Irish Rose From: kendall Does anyone know Wild Irish Rose by Utah Phillips? |
18 Apr 00 - 08:54 AM (#213575) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Wild Irish Rose From: Ed Pellow Is this the one you mean? Wild Irish Rose
In a field by a river Well a gypsy she has made of me Well I saw the city of angels Now red is the rose Ed
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18 Apr 00 - 10:55 AM (#213666) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Wild Irish Rose From: kendall No, thats not it. Thanks anyway. The one I want goes..and we'll drink to the rose that Barbara Allen ..etc. something about a maiden bids him sup.. left a kiss within the beggers cup.. |
18 Apr 00 - 08:04 PM (#214006) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Wild Irish Rose From: Irish sergeant Kendall: Is it My wild Irish Rose, The sweetest flower that grows. You may search evrywhere, But there's none to compare with my Wild Irish Rose? That is the first verse I don't recall the rest. Neil |
18 Apr 00 - 08:16 PM (#214013) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Wild Irish Rose From: kendall No. |
19 Apr 00 - 06:30 AM (#214207) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Wild Irish Rose From: MudGuard Irish sergeant, the second verse is: 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. MudGuard |
19 Apr 00 - 10:33 AM (#214283) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Wild Irish Rose From: kendall Not the same song, thanks anyway. The one I asked for is much deeper than that thing.. |
05 Mar 07 - 08:30 PM (#1987611) Subject: Lyr Add: MY WILD IRISH ROSE (Chauncey Olcott) From: GUEST,Gypsy ~ Mr. MudCat, Here are the complete lyrics to Wild Irish Rose by Chauncey Olcott. I came to your site looking for a Midi file or mp3 that I could put on my site along with the verse. I don't have any other music on my site but felt that everyone would appreciate hearing Wild Irish Rose; should you ever have a copy, please notify me. Thank you kindly for a response, Gypsy ~ This is my site address where you can find my email address:======== ( http://gypsy.moved.in/ ) My Wild Irish Rose Lyrics by Chauncey Olcott If you listen I'll sing you a sweet little song Of a flower that's now droped and dead, Yet dearer to me, yes than all of its mates, Though each holds aloft its proud head. Twas given to me by a girl that I know, Since we've met, faith I've known no repose. She is dearer by far than the world's brightest star, And I call her my 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 Rose, the dearest flower that grows, And some day for my sake, she may let me take the bloom from my wild Irish Rose. They may sing of their roses, which by other names, Would smell just as sweetly, they say. But I know that my Rose would never consent To have that sweet name taken away. Her glances are shy when e'er I pass by The bower where my true love grows, And my one wish has been that some day I may win The heart of my 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 Rose, the dearest flower that grows, And some day for my sake, she may let me take the bloom from my wild Irish Rose. ~ Chauncey Olcott 5:29 PM 3/5/2007 |
05 Mar 07 - 09:33 PM (#1987662) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Wild Irish Rose From: masato sakurai MY WILD IRISH ROSE (Chauncey Olcott) is in the DT. |
05 Mar 07 - 10:08 PM (#1987677) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Wild Irish Rose From: oldhippie Only recording by Utah Phillips with a similar title is "Faded Rose" but I don't have the lyrics. |
05 Mar 07 - 10:42 PM (#1987695) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Wild Irish Rose From: Sorcha Rather strange, that. |
06 Mar 07 - 08:12 AM (#1988037) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Wild Irish Rose From: GEST Gypsy ~ There are two very nice MIDI files of My Wild Iish Rose at: http://oldkunnel.net/midierindl.html Cheers, GEST Songs of Newfoundland and Labrador |
06 Mar 07 - 03:58 PM (#1988576) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Wild Irish Rose From: GUEST If it's the one about a forgotten war vet, theres a George Jones version at chordie.com |
06 Mar 07 - 09:26 PM (#1988992) Subject: Lyr Add: WILD IRISH ROSE (from George Jones) From: oldhippie WILD IRISH ROSE – George Jones They sent him to Asia to fight in a war He came back home crazy and asking, What for? They had him committed, oh, medals and all To a mental hosipital with rubber walls. They cut off the funding, oh, they cut off the lights He hit the street runnin' that cold winter night Now the streets are the only place he can call home He seems oh, so lonely, but he's never alone. He lies there 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 Rose. A baby named Scarlet with laughing blue eyes (Spoken) Has been in his wallet, ah! way back since '65 (Sang) So much was forgotten, oh, so far back in time Way down in the bottom of a river of wine. (Spoken) You know, they found him at Clarkstreet, West 25th They can't even find a hearbeat, Lord, his fingers are stiff Just like they're all frozen, he's holding her tight (Sang) But the habit, oh, it's broken, this is Roses' last night. He lies there holding his Wild Irish Rose But his soul's in a place where a real hero goes Now he's got something better, much better, God knows Than a half-empty bottle of Wild Irish Rose... |
06 Mar 07 - 10:06 PM (#1989010) Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: WILD IRISH ROSE (from George Jones From: Gene FWIW: Chordie.com filches lyrics form Cowpie Corral and other sites, far as I know, they originate NOTHING... Song was posted at Cowpie Song Corral almost 5 years ago by the fellers listed below. Oldtimer Date: 5/12/02; 6:56:58 PM >From: oldtimer Subject: WILD IRISH ROSE WILD IRISH ROSE Recorded by: George Jones [F] They sent him to Asia to [Bb] fight in a [F] war He [Bb] came back home [F] crazy and [C] asking, "What for?" They [F] had him committed, oh, [Bb] medals and [F] all To a [Bb] mental hos-[F]-pital [C] with rubber [F] walls. [F] They cut off the funding, oh, [Bb] they cut off the [F] lights He [Bb] hit the street [F] runnin' that [C] cold winter night Now the [F] streets are the only place [Bb] he can call [F] home He [F] seems oh, so [Bb] lonely, but he's [C] never a-[F]-lone. He [F] lies there [A7] holding his [Bb] Wild Irish [F] Rose This [Bb] Crazy old [F] fool in the [C] smelly old clothes He [F] Could have had [A7] Something much [Dm] Better, [C] God [Bb] Knows Than a [F] half-empty [6m] bottle of [C] Wild Irish [F] Rose. SUNG--: A baby named Scarlet with laughing blue eyes SPOKEN: Has been in his wallet ah! way back since '65 SUNG--: So much was forgotten, oh, so far back in time SUNG--: Way down in the bottom of a river of wine. SPOKEN: You know, they found him at Clarksville, West 25th SPOKEN: They can't even find a hearbeat, Lord, his fingers are so stiff SPOKEN: Just like they're all frozen, he's holding her tight SUNG--: But the habit, oh, it's broken, it's his Roses' last night. He lies there holding his Wild Irish Rose But his soul's in a place where a real hero goes Now he's got something better, much better, God knows Than a half-empty bottle of Wild Irish Rose. Note. This submission is the work of K5UYB and ZOOMER. |
27 Nov 12 - 02:37 AM (#3442895) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Wild Irish Rose From: GUEST,Thomas Szpilman Five years late but I just discovered the lyrics Kendall was referring to. Wild Irish Rose ~ Utah Phillips We'll drink to the rose that Barbara Allen grew, And to the last rose to bid the summer fond adieu And all the dear companions, like roses faded now But the rose within my glass is the last Time will allow. Your ruby anesthetic will dull the sullen truth As we live in faded elegance beyond the dreams of youth - Yet dreaming still of other things, though not so fair or fine, We sleep entwined with Morpheus in the painless arms of wine. Some will lead the cripple and some will lead the blind, But what of alms for him whose wound is of the mind? Oh he will find release with the maid who bids him sup For she has left a lover's kiss within the beggar's cup And through all the storms that find us on the other side of life She's been the bum's confessor, she's been the hobo's wife; And ere the book is finished, as the final pages close, I'll toast one fond remembrance to my Wild Irish Rose. |