Trad: Lock Lomond

Red is the Rose

Come over the Hills, My Bonnie Irish Lad
Come over the Hills to your Darling
You chose the Road Love
And I make the Woves
And I´ll be your true Love forever

Chorus
Red is the Rose, by yonder garden grows
and fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love i fairer than any

´T was 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 for ever

Chorus
Red is the Rose, by yonder garden grows
and fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love i fairer than any

It´s not for the parting that my sister pains
It´s not for the grief of my mother
It is all for the loss of my bonnie Irish lass,
That my heart is breaking for ever

Chorus
Red is the Rose, by yonder garden grows
and fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love i fairer than any


Loch Lomond

Oh, ye´ll tak´ the high road,
an I´ll tak´ the lowe road,
and I´ll be in Scotland afore ye,
but me and my true love we´ll never meet again
on the bonnie, bonnie banks o´ Loch Lomond