{title: Red is the rose} {artist: traditional} Come [C]over the [Am]hills, my [Dm]bonny Irish [G]lass Come [C]over the [Am]hills to your [F]dar-[G]ling; [F]You choose the [C]rose, love, [Dm]and I'll make the [F]vow [G7]And [C]I'll be your [F]true love for-[G7]-e---[C]ver. {start_of_chorus} [C]Red is the [Am]rose that in [Dm]yonder garden [G]grows, And [C]fair is the [Am]lily of the [F]val-[G]ley; [F]Clear is the [C]water that [Dm]flows from the [F]Boyne [G7]But [C]my love is [F]fairer than [G7]a---[C]ny. {end_of_chorus} [C]'Twas down by Kil[Am]larney's green [Dm]woods that we [G]strayed And the [C]moon and the [Am]stars they were [F]shi-[G]ning; The [F]moon shone its [C]rays on her [Dm]locks of golden [F]hair [G7]And she [C]swore she'd be [F]my love for-[G7]-e---[C]ver. {start_of_chorus} [C]Red is the [Am]rose that in [Dm]yonder garden [G]grows, And [C]fair is the [Am]lily of the [F]val-[G]ley; [F]Clear is the [C]water that [Dm]flows from the [F]Boyne [G7]But [C]my love is [F]fairer than [G7]a---[C]ny. {end_of_chorus} [C]It's not for the [Am]parting that [Dm]my sister [G]pains It's [C]not for the [Am]grief of my [F]mo-[G]ther, it´s [F]all for the [C]loss of my [Dm]bonny Irish [F]lass [G7]That [C]my heart is [F]breaking for-[G7]-e---[C]ver. {start_of_chorus} [C]Red is the [Am]rose that in [Dm]yonder garden [G]grows, And [C]fair is the [Am]lily of the [F]val-[G]ley; [F]Clear is the [C]water that [Dm]flows from the [F]Boyne [G7]But [C]my love is [F]fairer than [G7]a---[C]ny. {end_of_chorus}