The wild Irish rose that God gave me / music by Monte Carlo & Alma M. Sanders words by Richard w. Pascoe
MLA Citation
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, 23 May 2022, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/17183. Accessed 14 Feb. 2025.
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Title | The wild Irish rose that God gave me / music by Monte Carlo & Alma M. Sanders words by Richard w. Pascoe |
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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 |
Date | circa 1917 |
Contributor | Pascoe, Richard W., 1888-1968, Lyricist. |
Sanders, Alma M., 1882-1956, Composer. | |
Rights | |
Format | Sheet music |
Published works | |
image/jpeg | |
Type | Image |
Text | |
Identifier | SMC 00111 |
https://digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/17183 | |
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 |
Date Modified | 2015-08-10 |
References | http://maurice.bgsu.edu:80/record=b2237670~S9 |
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 ([3] p.) 35 cm |