THE ROSE OF ARANMORE

My thoughts today, though I'm far away,
Dwell on Tyrconnell's shore,
The salt sea air and the colleens fair,
Of lovely green Gweedore.
There's a flower there, beyond compare,
That I'll treasure evermore,
That grand colleen, in her gown of green, She's the Rose of Aranmore.

I've travelled far 'neath the northern star,
Since the day I said goodbye,
And seen many maids in the golden glades
Beneath a tropic sky,
There's a vision in my reverie,
I always will adore, That grand colleen in her gown of green,
She's the Rose of Aranmore.

But soon I will return again
To the scenes I loved so well,
Where many an Irish lad and lass
Their tales of love do tell;
The silvery dunes and blue lagoons,
Along the Rosses' shore
And that grand colleen in her gown of green,
She's the Rose of Aranmore.

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-Joe Offer-