Ringsend Rose

Ringsend Rose - Tara Folk

In Dublin Town,

there lives a girl

Fairer than the flower,

I'm wearing

Rose Donohue,

All fresh and new

And I love her past all caring

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

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

Three yards of lace,

to walk with grace

And the golden ring

she's askin

The savings slow,

Ah but still I know

That our love is everlasting

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

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