The Rose Of Ballydaly

She lived by the roadway that leads to Rathmore three miles west of old Millstreet Town
Her eyes were as blue as ripe November sloes and her wavy shoulder length hair brown
The Rose of Ballydaly lovely to behold down to earth and charming in her sweet way
Though she is now many years past her life's prime young in my memory she does stay

In her early twenties she left her first home for to learn about life elsewhere
The bug of the wander was in her young mind to see some of the big World  out there
To some lucky bloke did she become a  wife i wonder where she lives today
For anyone time it is  not known to wait on this we do not have a say

Memories of the beauty are with me today of a charming one so nice to meet
The pride of the roadway that leads to Rathmore three miles west of the Town of Millstreet
She had many suitors but none of them she did love before she sought adventure in life
I do not know where she is  living today or if she became some fellow's wife

The Rose of Ballydaly when i was young and that is a long time ago
And  time for anyone is not known to wait and it does become everyone's foe
She left Ballydaly's green countryside as many had done before
To follow her dreams in the World far beyond the road from Millstreet to Rathmore.