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RED IS THE ROSE
TRADITIONAL
CHOR:
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Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
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Fa-ir is the lily of the valley
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Clear is the water that flo-ws from the Boyne
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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.

'Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed
When 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
'Tis all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass
That my heart is breaking forever.