Red is the Rose Come over the hill, my bonny Irish lass. Comer over the hill to your darling. You choose the road and I will make the vow, And I'll be your true love forever. Chorus: Red is the Rose that in yonder garden grows, 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 we did stray. When the moon and the stars shone together. The moon shone its rays on her locks of Golden hair, And she swore she'd be mine forever. (chorus) 'Tis not for the parting of my sister dear. 'Tis not for the grief of my mother. 'Tis all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass. That my heart is breaking forever. (chorus) Come over the hill, my bonny Irish lass. |
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