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Red is the rose

Red is 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 bonnie 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 is the rose . . .

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

Red is the rose . . .

It’s not for the parting that my sister pains
It’s not for the grief of my mother
Tis all for the loss of my bonnie irish lass
That my heart is breaking forever

Red is the rose . . .