For all who carry Irish blood in their veins, and for all others who wish they did,
and in honor of St. Patrick's Day upon the morrow:
(Traditional
Irish Ballad)
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.
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
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.
Chorus
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.
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