| Come over the hills my handsome Irish lad
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| Come over the hills to your darling
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| You choose the road love, and I’ll make a vow
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| That I’ll be your true love forever
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| Red is the rose by yonder garden grows
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| And fair is the lily of the valley
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| Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
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| But my love is fairer than any
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| Down by Killarney’s green woods we did stray
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| The moon and the stars they were shining
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| The moon shone it’s rays on his locks of golden hair
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| And he swore he’d be my love forever
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| Red is the rose by yonder garden grows
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| And fair is the lily of the valley
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| Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
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| But my love is fairer than any
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| It’s not for the parting that my sister pains
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| It’s not for the grief of my mother
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| It’s all for the loss of my handsome Irish lad
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| Now my heart is broken forever
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| Red is the rose by yonder garden grows
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| And fair is the lily of the valley
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| Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
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| But my love is fairer than any |