Come over the hills, my bonnie Irish la**
Come over the hills to your darlin'
You'll choose the rose, love, and I'll make the vow
And I'll be your true love forever
Red is the rose that in your garden grows
And fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
And my love is fairer than any
'twas down by Kilarny's great woods that we strayed
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
Red is the rose that in your garden grows
And fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
And my love is fairer than any
It's not for the parting that my sister pains
It's not for the grief of my mother
It's all for the love of my bonnie Irish la**
That my heart is breaking forever
Red is the rose that in your garden grows
And fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
And my love is fairer than any
My love is fairer than any