The Young Rose Of Rathmore

Years ago in the nineteen fifties she was the young Rose of Rathmore
Until the yearn for travel took her to live on a foreign shore
To the United States of America and the great City of New York
From her Hometown in east Kerry quite close to the border of Cork

With dark wavy hair to her shoulders and pretty eyes of nugget brown
In her early twenties she was the Pride of Rathmore Town
But the yearn for travel was in her in Rathmore she would not stay
In those days she was many destined for the U S of A

She left Rathmore in December when the Paps peaks wore hats of snow
And the cold bleak winds of Winter in the Sliabh Luachra Town did blow
She sailed on ship from Cobh to New York from her Hometown far away
She would be in her late seventies if she is living today

Did she fall in love marry and have children or as childless and single did remain
Do not know or if she ever returned to visit Rathmore Town again
In her early twenties quite a beauty she was the young Rose of Rathmore
Until the yearn for travel took her to live on a distant shore.