My love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June My love is like a melody That's sweetly played in tune As fair art thou, my Bonnie lass So
When I dream, I'll be dreaming of Noreen And the love that I'm leaving behind me. And the twilight will always remind me Of my Noreen, Mo Stoirin, my
They come from the farms and the factories too They all soon forget who they are The cares of today, well, they're soon washed away As they sit at a stool
As I was a goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistols then produced my
The Dutchman's not the kind of man To keeps his thumb jammed in the dam That holds his dreams in But that's a secret that only Margaret knows When Amsterdam