American Old Time Song Lyrics: 38 Rose Of Killarney
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 38
ROSE OF KILLARNEY.
Copyright, 1876, by J. L. Peters.
Oh! promise to meet me when twilight Is falling
Beside the bright waters that slumber so fair;
Each bird in the meadow your name will be calling,
And every sweet rosebud will look for you there.
It's morning and evening for you I am sighing:
The heart in my bosom is yours evermore;
I'll watch for you, darling, when daylight is living.
Sweet rose of Killarney, Mavourneen Asthore.
My heart is a nest that is robbed and forsaken,
When gone from my sight is the girl that I love;
One word from your fins can my gladness awaken--
Your smile is the smile of the angels above.
Then meet me at twilight, beside the bright waters;
The love that I've told you, I'd whisper once more;
Oh! sweetest and fairest of Erin's fair daughters.
Dear rose of Killarney, Mavourneen Asthore.