Traditional - Red is the rose - текст песни (слова)

Come over the hills my bonnie Irish lass
 come over the hills to your darlin'
 you choose the rose love and I'll make the vow
 and I'll be your true love for ever.
 
 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 that we strayed
 and the moon and the stars they were shining,
 the moon shone it's rays on her locks of golden hair
 and she swore she'd be my love for ever
 Chorus
 
 'Tis not for the parting of my sister Kate,
 'Tis not for the grief of my mother
 'Tis all for the loss of my bonnie Irish lass
 that my heart is breakin' for ever.
 Chorus