iil. 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, .

IV. THE MORE WE GET TOGETHER

The more we get together, to-
gether, together,

The more we get together

The happier we'll be.

Yor your friénds are my friends

And my friends are your friends;

The more we get together,

The happier we'll be.