Red is the rose that in your garden grows
And fair is the lily of the valley,
Clear is the water that flows from the boyn,
And my love is fairer than any.
Come over the hills, my bonnie Irish lass,
Come over the hills to your darling.
And you'll be my true love forever.
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows,
And fair is the lily of the valley.
that flows from the vine,
And my love is fairer than any.
T 'was down by Killarney's
An d the moon and the stars,
on her lots of golden hair
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows,
And fair is the lily of the valley.
that flows from the void,
And my love is fairer than any.
It's not for the parting that my sister pains,
It's not for the grief of my mother,
And my heart is breaking forever.
And pure is the lily of the valley
And my love is fairer than any
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