Lyrics
Red is the rose by 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 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.
It's not for the parting that my sister pains,
It's not for the grief of my mother,
It's nought for the loss of my bonnie Irish lass,
That my heart is breaking forever.
Red is the rose by 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.
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