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In a field by a river
My love and I did lie
And on my naked shoulder
She too proud to cry
She said that I must leave her
An icy tear she froze
How could I melt the heart
Of a wild Irish rose

Well, a gypsy she has made of me
A servant of the street
Back to bed I have traveled
To taste a love as sweet
Well the heart, it knows no reasons
And reason never knows
As I lie with them I am thinking
Of my wild Irish rose

Well I saw the city of angels
It brought a devil out of me
In hell's hotel on Sunset
Showed a whore no mercy
As the orange sky was screaming
From the roof I let her go
These are the dizzy heights that brought me
My wild Irish rose

Now wild is the rose
That she laid on my grave
A life is what she wanted
And a life I surely gave
Like a hundred men before me
They lay lying here in rows
Young men, bloody
As a wild Irish rose

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