Can anybody tell me where the Blarney Roses grow

It might be down in Limerick town, it might be in Mayo

It's somewhere in the Emerald Isle and this I want to know

Can anybody tell me where the Blarney Roses grow

T' was over in old Ireland, near the town of Cushendall

One morn' I met a damsel there, the fairest of them all

T' was with my young affections and my money she did go

She told me she belonged to where the Blarney Roses grow

Her cheeks were like red roses and her hair a raven hue

Before that she bad done with me, she had me raving too

She sorely left me stranded, not a coin she left, you know

Did the damsel that belonged to where the Blarney Roses grow

There's roses in Killarney and there's some in County Clare

But upon my word, the roses, lads, I can't find anywhere

She blarneyed me for by the power, she left me broke, you know

Did the damsel that belonged to where the Blarney Roses grow

A-chusla gra mo chroi young man, she murmered soft to me

If you belong to Ireland, it's yourself belongs to me

Her [bad word] all-ye-brogue, it captured me you know

Bad luck to her and bugger the place where the Blarney Roses grow