Come over the hills, my bonny Irish lad
Come over the hills to your darling
You choose the rose, love — 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

‘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 his locks of golden hair
And he swore he’d be my 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

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

My love is fairer than any