Come over the hills, my bonnie Irish lass Come over the hills to your darlin' You'll choose the rose, love, and I'll make the vow And I'll be your true love forever Red is the rose that in your garden grows And fair is the lily of the valley Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne And my love is fairer than any 'twas down by Kilarny's great woods that we strayed The moon and the stars, they were shining The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair And she swore she'd be my love forever Red is the rose that in your garden grows And fair is the lily of the valley Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne And my love is fairer than any It's not for the parting that my sister pains It's not for the grief of my mother It's all for the love of my bonnie Irish lass That my heart is breaking forever Red is the rose that in your garden grows And fair is the lily of the valley Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne And my love is fairer than any My love is fairer than any