The wild rose’s sweet perfume

Is right here in Irelands Ground?

Rosebuds gently now opening

Spreading their aroma around

Red as the deepest cherry

Pink of a baby’s soft face

Wild Irish rose is rambling

No flower can take it’s place

It spreads through the hedge rows

Peeping gracefully with pride

Stunning little bouquet bunches

Guard of honour at the road side

For years they have grown  here

Admired by generations right down

Sweet delicate soft wild rose

In old photographs I have found

They will bloom more than a life time

Like an eternity they do peep

To bring joy to this dear Island