Transcribed from a video at YouTube, where Mick Flavin sings it:

CONNEMARA ROSE

CHORUS: Well, I met a girl in Connemara, far west from Galway town.
Her blue eyes glow with beauty and her red hair flowin' down.
She lives among the mountains where the wild, wild heather grows,
And her name is Kate O'Hara. She's my Connemara rose.

Well, I knew when first I met her on the road near Oughterard (?)
That somehow, someday, some way, she'd be tennant of my heart
She'd be waiting as she promised when I came back to propose,
And to ask her father for the hand of my Connemara rose.

CHORUS: Well, she comes from Connemara….

Tomorrow we will walk the aisle in that little church at Man (?)
And there we'll take the vows for life to live and work as one.
We'll raise our children gracefully where the wild, wild heather grows,
And I know that they'll be proud like me of their Connemara rose.

CHORUS: Well, she comes from Connemara….