Red Is The Rose

Come over the hills, my handsome Irish lad
Come over the hills to your darling
You choose the road, love, and I'll make the vow
And I'll be your true love forever.

Red is the rose 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.

Down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed
When the moon and the stars they were shining
The moon shone its rays on his locks of golden waves
And he swore he'd be my love forever.

Twas not for the parting with my sister came
Twas not for the grief of my mother
It's all for the loss of my handsome Irish lad
Now my heart is broken forever.

Red is the rose 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.