The lovely Ardagh Rose

'Twas down by Glenastar Waterfall side,
I met a lovely lass,
And oft times in link arms,
We strolled along the banks.
It breaks my heart
From this maid to part
And see a foreign shore
Far, far away from her I must stray,
She is my lovely Ardagh Rose.

Her glossy eyes are like the sun,
That sparkles o'er the sea,
Her voice is sweeter than the birds,
That sing in every tree,
Her golden hair in tresses rare,
Hang o'er her shoulders low,
She is the queen of Eireann's Green
She is my lovely Ardagh Rose.

Her manners are engaging,
Both modest, neat and bland,
I own shehas the truest heart,
That beats in Paddy's land.
Her modest smile so free from guile,
She has pressed me to the core,
Oh, she is the queen of Eireann's Green,
She is my lovely Ardagh Rose.

Comrades when I'm landed,
All in a foreign land,
I'll work for her by day and night,
And I'll never forget Ireland.
'Tiss when I have some money spared,
Upon this foreign shore,
Across the main again I'll sail
To my lovely Ardagh Rose.