Ringsend Rose. ( Brendon Grace.)

In Dublin town, there live’s a girl
Fairer than the flower I’m wearing
Rose Donohue, all fresh and new
And I love her past all caring

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 seamstrees queen
She’s no bigger than a thimble
Soft satin skin, street arab grin
Sure she makes the world look simple

Three yards of lace to walk with grace
And a golden ring she’s asking
They say man’s slow, but still I know
That our love is everlasting

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