Red is the Rose

Come over the hills, my bonnie Irish lass / Come over the hills to your darling
You choose the road, love, and I'll make the vow / And I'll be your true love forever.

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.

Truly, my Love is fairer than any.