The wild Irish rose that God gave me / music by Monte Carlo & Alma M. Sanders words by Richard w. Pascoe
Carlo, Monte, 1883-. “The wild Irish rose that God gave me / music by Monte Carlo & Alma M. Sanders words by Richard w. Pascoe.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 16 June 2020, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/collections/item/17183. Accessed 3 Aug. 2021.
|Title||The wild Irish rose that God gave me / music by Monte Carlo & Alma M. Sanders words by Richard w. Pascoe|
|Subject||Songs with piano|
|Popular music -- United States -- 1911-1920|
|Description||For medium voice and piano|
|Caption title: Illustrated cover|
|Back cover: Excerpts of four selections available from Ted Browne Music Co|
|Creator||Carlo, Monte, 1883-|
|Source||Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University|
|Publisher||Chicago : Ted Browne Music|
|Contributor||Pascoe, Richard W., 1888-1968, Lyricist.|
|Sanders, Alma M., 1882-1956, Composer.|
|Alternative Title||First line of text: There's a Colleen in dear old Killarney;First line of refrain: She's the wild Irish rose that God gave me|
VERSE 01: There's a Colleen in dear old Killarney,/ I would like you to meet her some day,/ She's a rogue of a Colleen for blarney,/ With her laughter your heart she would sway,/ From her head to her toes, She's as fair as a rose,/ And I'm tellin' you all For I don't care who knows,/ I remember when we two were courtin'/ Every Pat said: "I wish she were mine."
CHORUS: She's the wild Irish rose that God gave me/ And he sent her from Heaven above,/ Just to make my heart glad,/ When I'm lonely and sad,/ Just to brighten my life with her love./ Oh thank God for the day that he gave me/ Such a treasure from over the sea,/ There's no gift anywhere that could ever compare/ With the Wild Irish Rose that God gave me.
VERSE 02: Sure I'm sailin' away to ould Erin,/ To the Colleen who waits there for me/ And I long for the ship to be nearin'/ For the day when my own she will be,/ You may seek far and wide for a prettier bride,/ For they call her the pride of the whole countryside,/ When I take her to Father O'Conner/ He will say: "Heaven bless you" I know.
|Original Format||1 score ( p.) 35 cm|