Come over the hills, my bonny 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 lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne 
But my love is fairer than any

'Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed 
And 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 yonder garden grows
And fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne 
But 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 loss of my bonny Irish lass 
That my heart is breaking forever

Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
And fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne 
But my love is fairer than any

Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
And fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne 
But my love is fairer than any