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

Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
and fair is the lilly of the valley
clear is the water that flows from yonder Boyne
but my love is fairer than any

It was down by Killarney's Green woods that we strayed
and the moon and the stars were a-shining
the moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair
and she swore that she'd be my love forever

Its not for the parting that my sister pains
its not for the grief of my mother
Tis all for the loss of my bonnie Irish lass
that my heart is breaking forever.