A lass in bows
A smile she shows
The prettiest from Londonberry to Dover
She had a freckled nose
And she wiggled her bare toes
In the Irish clover

She struck a pose
On her tippy-toes
An’ comes a dancin’ over
And all I knows
Is I plucked that Irish Rose
In that Irish clover

So we grow’d a home
From the Irish loam
She was strong and fertile

And so it goes
Time she flows
No longer am I a rover
She tends my woeses
Like I tends all my Irish roses
Growin’ in my Irish clover