Red Is The Rose
Red is the rose by 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.
‘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 is all for the loss of my bonnie Irish lass,
That my heart is breaking forever.