Red is the rose
Red is the rose that in 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.
Come over the hills, my bonny Irish lad
Comer over the hills to your darling;
Yoe 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
And the moon and the stars they were shining;
The moon shone its rays on his locks of golden hair
And he swore he'd be my love forever.
It's not for the parting that my father pains
It's not for the grief of my mother,
'Tis all for the loss of my bonny Irish lad
That my heart is breaking forever.
Ein wunderschönes irisches A Capella Stück auf der Live-CD der More Maids zu finden.