Red id the rose that in yonder garden grows,
And fair is the lily of the valley;
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any.

Come over the hills, my bonny Irish lass
Come over the hills to your darling:
You choose the rose, love and I'll make the vow
And I'll be your true love forever.

Red id the rose that in yonder garden grows,
And fair is the lily of the valley;
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any.

'Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed
The moon and the stars they were shining;
The moon shone its rays onher locks of golden hair
And she swore she'd be my love forever.

Red id the rose that in yonder garden grows,
And fair is the lily of the valley;
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any.

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