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8 thoughts on “ William Robyn / Henry Scott (4) - My Wild Irish Rose / I Hear You Calling Me (Shellac)

  1. Though I've recalled her afternoon walks just to glimpse her brown waving hair adorned by flower tied off bow only I could kiss my wild Irish rose. Oh so sweet was she when she smiled if only she could stay a while she spoke soft, low birds would chirp amidst moon lights glow heart so humble felt so close for ever my wild Irish rose.5/5.
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  3. This was a good story, but the characters were slightly wishy-washy. I have trouble believing that a strong-willed woman would even consider becoming someone's mistress, as a /5(1).
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  6. The song My Wild Irish Rose was written by Chauncey Olcott and was first performed by Chauncey Olcott. It was first recorded and released by Mr. A. C. Campbell in It was covered by Kate Smith - Orchestra under the direction of Jack Miller, Ed Sullivan Orchestra and Chorus, Dennis Day, Daniel O'Donnell and other artists.
  7. MY WILD IRISH ROSE - William Robyn;Chauncey Olcott: Notes. The recording on the other side of this disc: I HEAR YOU CALLING ME. Technical Notes: Acoustic. Crackles and Pops. Worn. Addeddate Boxid IA Collection-catalog-number GBIAB Condition Poor External-identifier.
  8. With my wild Irish Rose. My wild Irish Rose, The dearest flow'r 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 whene'er I pass by The bower, where my true love .

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