Oh, my lovely Rose of Clare,
you're the sweetest girl I know,
you’re the queen of all the roses,
like the pretty flowers that grow.
You are the sunshine of my life,
so beautiful and fair,
and I will always love you,
my lovely Rose of Clare.
All the sun it shines out like a jewel
on the lovely hills of Clare
as I strolled along with my sweet lass
one evening at the fair.
Her eyes they shone like silver streams,
her long and golden hair,
and I have won the heart of one
my lovely Rose of Clare.
Oh, my lovely Rose of Clare,
you're the sweetest girl I know,
you’re the queen of all the roses,
like the pretty flowers that grow.
You are the sunshine of my life,
so beautiful and fair,
and I will always love you
my lovely Rose of Clare.
As we walked down by the riverbank
watched the Shannon flowing by
and listened to the nightingale
singing songs for you and I.
And now to say „farewell”
to all you true and fair,
for I will always love you,
my lovely Rose of Clare.
Oh, my lovely Rose of Clare,
you're the sweetest girl I know,
you’re the queen of all the roses,
like the pretty flowers that grow.
You are the sunshine of my life,
so beautiful and fair,
and I will always love you,
my lovely Rose of Clare.