Rose Of Castlerea

Oh, the lambs were playing in the field And the tulips were in flower When I left the home I love so well I can never forget the hour Before me were Atlantic's waves To a home in Tennessee Sure I left behind me the girl I loved The rose of Castelrea She may not have been a beauty queen She might never be a rose But to me she is the fairest flower That in the garden grows Although I'm in Americay Across the Atlantic Sea Sure I always love my Roscommon girl She's the rose of Castelrea It's many the night that I lie in bed Me thoughts upon thee go To the lovely days when I walk me love On the road out by Knockroe Her smiling face, her shining hair Was a joy for all to see 'twas a cruel day I went away From you and Castelrea I opened up the Roscommon Herald I just received today For to read about my native town And my friends so far away But the tears began to blind me As I glanced across page three Had a photo of her wedding day Was the rose of Castlerea Farewell to you, Roscommon From Cloonad to the Shannon shore Farewell to Boyle and Frenchpark I'll never see you no more For the cotton's field near Memphis Must remain home to me Sure I'll always love my Roscommon girl She's the rose of Castelrea