Blarney Roses (2)

Cho: Can anybody tell me where the Blarney Roses grow?
It may be down in Limerick town or over in Mayo.
It's somewhere in the Em'rald Isle, but this I want to know:
Can anybody tell me where the Blarney Roses grow?

'Twas over in ould Ireland near the town of Cushendall,
One morn I met a damsel there, the fairest of them all.
'Twas with my young affections and my money did she go,
And she told me she belonged to where the Blarney Roses grow. (Chorus)

Her cheeks were like the roses, her hair a raven hue.
Before that she was done with me, she had me raving too.
She left me sorely stranded, not a coin she left, you know,
And she told me she belonged to where the Blarney Roses grow. (Chorus)

They've roses in Killarney, and the same in County Clare,
But 'pon my word those roses, boys, I can't see anywhere.
She blarney'd me and, by the powers, she left me broke -- ho, ho! --
Did this damsel that belonged to where the Blarney Roses grow. (Chorus)

Acushla gra-machree, me boys, she murmured soft, did she,
"If you belong to Ireland, it's yourself belongs to me."
Her Donegal come-all-ye brogue, it captured me, you know.
Bad scram to her and that same place, where the Blarney Roses grow.* (Chorus)

As published in "Folksongs & Ballads popular in Ireland, Vol. 4." Also recorded
by Connie Foley.
*Alternative last line: "Bad luck to her and bugger the place where the Blarney
Roses grow."
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