The Rose Of Clare

Oh my lovely rose of Clare, you're the sweetest girl I know
You're the queen of all the roses, like the pretty flowers that grow
You are the sunshine of my life, so beautiful and fair
And I will always love you, my lovely rose of Clare

Oh the sun it shines out like a jewel on the lovely hills of Clare
As I strolled along with my sweet lass one evening at the fair
Her eyes they shone like silver streams, her long and golden hair
For I have won the heart of her, my lovely Rose of Clare

We walked down by the river bank watched the Shannon flowing by
And listened to the nightingale singing songs for you and I
And so I must now say farewell to all you true and fair
For I have stolen the heart of one, my lovely rose of Clare

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