Ringsend Rose

In Irishtown there lives a girl
Fairer than the flower I’m wearing
Rose Donohue, all fresh and new
And I love her past all caring.

Chorus;
And there she goes, my Ringsend Rose
In God’s garden there’s none rarer
And there she goes, my Ringsend Rose
Dublin town has seen none fairer

Sweet seventeen, my seamstress queen
She’s no bigger than a thimble
Soft satin skin, street Arab’s grin
Sure she makes the work look simple. Chorus

Three yards of lace, to walk with grace
And a golden ring she’s askin’
The saving’s slow, ah but still I know
That our love is ever-lasting. Chorus

Repeat 1st verse, Chorus, chorus