[D]Come over the hills, my[A] bonnie Irish [G]lass
Come [D]over the hills to your[G] dar[A]ling
[G]You choose the
[D]rose love, and[G] I'll make the[A] vow
And [D]I'll be your[G] true[D] love for[A]ev[D]er
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
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 we strayed
The moon and the stars they were shining
The moon shone its rays
on her locks of golden hair
She swore she'd be my love forever
It's not for the parting that my sister pains
It's not for the grief of my mother
'Tis all for the loss of my bonnie
Irish lass
That my heart is breaking forever
