Written by:Pete St. John
In Irish town
There lives a girl
Fairer than the flower
I'm wearing
Rose donohue
All fresh and new
And I love her past all caring
And there she goes
My Ringsend rose
In God's garden there's none rarer
And there she goes
My Ringsend rose
Dublin town has seen none fairer
Sweet seventeen
My seamstress queen
She's no bigger than a thimble
Soft Satin skin
Street Arab's grin
And she makes my work so simple
And there she goes
My Ringsend rose
In God's garden there's none rarer
And there she goes
My Ringsend rose
Dublin town has seen none fairer
Three yards of lace
I walk with grace
And the golden ring
She's asking
The savings slow
But still I know
That her love is everlasting
And there she goes
My Ringsend rose
In God's garden there's none rarer
And there she goes
My Ringsend rose
Dublin town has seen none fairer
And there she goes
My Ringsend rose
In God's garden there's none rarer
And there she goes
My Ringsend rose
Dublin town has seen none fairer