The last red rose of summer
Eed as red can be
Fairer than the others
But not so fair as she

Flags of every colour
Men have died for those
Blood as red as flowers
As red as any rose

So softly fills my room
With her haunting sweet perfume
Here then gone forever
My bonnie Belfast rose

Tell me all your stories
Days of long ago
Beauties rare and splendid
But not my Belfast rose

So softly fills my room
With her haunting sweet perfume
Here then gone forever
My bonnie Belfast rose

Farewell my restless visions
Gone like glad old clothes
Some you keep forever
But not my Belfast rose