Ringsend Rose In Dublin Town, there lives a girl Fairer than the flower, I'm wearing Rose Donohue, All fresh and new And I love her past all caring 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 savings slow, Ah but still I know That our love is everlasting (recorded by the Dubliners) MB Oct00
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