I loved her dearly both true and sincerely
There is no one in this world I loved so much as she
Every bush, every bower, every wild Irish flower
Reminds me of my true love on the banks of the Lee

So I will pluck my love some roses, some wild Irish roses
I will pluck my love some roses, the fairest that ever grew
And I will place them on the mound of my darling true love
In that cold and silent valley where she lies beneath the dew