Ringsend Rose

In Dublin Town there lives a girl
Fairer than the flower I'm wearin'
Rose Donoghue, all fresh and new
And I love her past all carin'

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


Three yards of lace to walk with grace
And the golden ring she's askin'
The saving's slow, ah, but still I know
That our love is everlastin'