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 someday for my sake, She may let me take, The bloom from my Wild Irish Rose.

Too Ra Loo Ra Loo Ra

Too ra loo ra loo ral Too ra loo ra li Too ra loo ra loo ral Hush now, don't you cry. Too ra loo ra loo ral Too ra loo ra li Too ra loo ra loo ral That's an Irish lullabye. Over in Killarney, many years ago, My Mother sang a song to me, In tones so soft and low. Just a simple little ditty, In her good old Irish way. I'd give the world if I could hear that song of hers today. Too ra loo ra loo ral Too ra loo ra li Too ra loo ra loo ral Hush now don't you cry. Too ra loo ra loo ral too ra loo ra li Too ra loo ra loo ral That's an Irish lullabye. ~ ~ ~

Irish Medley "My Wild Irish Rose" and "Too Ra Loo Ra Loo Ral"

It's on the way.

May God grant you always A sunbeam to warm you. A moonbeam to charm you. A sheltering Angel So that nothing can harm you.

Happy St. Patricks Day.

Here is a shamrock from GrannyOOOps to you.

Link for graphics to be posted soon.