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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 Killarney's 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 its rays on her locks of golden hair |
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And she swore she'd be my love forever. |
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Chorus |
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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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'Tis all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass |
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That my heart is breaking forever. |
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Chorus (x2) |
