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

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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.

Over the mountain and down to the glen
To a little thatched cottage in the valley
Where the thrush and the linnet sing their ditties and their songs
And my love leaning over the half door.

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It was down by the seashore on a cool summer’s eve
With the moon rising over the heather
The moon it shone fair o’er her head of golden hair
As she swore she’d be my love forever.

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It’s not for the parting with my sister Kate
Or for the loss of my mother
It’s all for the loss of my bonnie brown-eyed lass
That I’m leaving my homeland forever.

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