| Come over the hills my bonnie Irish lass
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| Come over the hills to your darling
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| You choose the road love, and I’ll make the vow
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| And I’ll be your true love forever
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| Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
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| 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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| Twas down by Killarneys green woods that we strayed
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| When the moon and the stars they were shining
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| The moon shone it’s rays on her locks of golden hair
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| And she swore she’d be my love forever
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| Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
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| 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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| Tis not for the parting with my sister Kate
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| Tis not for the grief of my mother
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| Tis all for the loss of my bonnie Irish lass
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| That my heart is breaking forever
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| Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
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| 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 |