Chorus
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows,
Fair is the lily of the valley,
Clear is the water that flows unto the Boyne,
But my love is fairer than any.

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

Down by the sea on a cool summer evenin',
With the moon rising high o'er the heather,
The moon it shown fair on her head of golden hair,
And she vowed she'd be my love forever. (Chorus)

It is not for the loss of my own sister Kate,
It is not for the grieving of my mother,
It is all for the loss of my bonnie Irish lass,
That my heart is breaking forever. (Chorus)