Fiddler's Green - Blarney Roses lyrics
[Fiddler's Green - Blarney Roses lyrics]
Can anybody tell me where
The Blarney Roses grow?
It might be down in Limerick town
It might be in Mayo
It's somewhere in the Emerald Isle and
This I want to know
Can anybody tell me where
The Blarney Roses grow?
T' was over in old Ireland
Near the town of Cushendall
One morn' I met a damsel there
The fairest of them all
T' was with my young affections and
My money she did go
She told me she belonged to
Where the Blarney Roses grow
Her cheeks were like red roses and
Her hair a raven hue
Before that she bad done with me
She had me raving too
She sorely left me stranded, not
A coin she left, you know
Did the damsel that belonged to
Where the Blarney Roses grow
There's roses in Killarney and there's
Some in County Clare
But upon my word, the roses, lads
I can't find anywhere
She blarneyed me for by the
Power, she left me broke, you know
Did the damsel that belonged to
Where the Blarney Roses grow
A-chusla gràdh mo cridhe young man
She murmered soft to me
If you belong to Ireland
It's yourself belongs to me
Her Donegal come-all-ye-brogue
It captured me you know
Bad luck to her and bugger the
Place where the Blarney Roses grow
The Blarney Roses grow?
It might be down in Limerick town
It might be in Mayo
It's somewhere in the Emerald Isle and
This I want to know
Can anybody tell me where
The Blarney Roses grow?
T' was over in old Ireland
Near the town of Cushendall
One morn' I met a damsel there
The fairest of them all
T' was with my young affections and
My money she did go
She told me she belonged to
Where the Blarney Roses grow
Her cheeks were like red roses and
Her hair a raven hue
Before that she bad done with me
She had me raving too
She sorely left me stranded, not
A coin she left, you know
Did the damsel that belonged to
Where the Blarney Roses grow
There's roses in Killarney and there's
Some in County Clare
But upon my word, the roses, lads
I can't find anywhere
She blarneyed me for by the
Power, she left me broke, you know
Did the damsel that belonged to
Where the Blarney Roses grow
A-chusla gràdh mo cridhe young man
She murmered soft to me
If you belong to Ireland
It's yourself belongs to me
Her Donegal come-all-ye-brogue
It captured me you know
Bad luck to her and bugger the
Place where the Blarney Roses grow