Monday, January 4, 2016

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. 

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