Come over the hills now, my lovely Hobbit lass
Come over the hills to your darling
You choose the rose love, and I'll make a vow
That I'll be your true love forever
 
Red is the rose that by yonder garden grows
And fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that runs in Brandywine
But my love is fairer than any
 
Out on the Greefields' sweet pastures we did stray
The moon shining over the heather
The stars made a crown 'round her locks of golden hair
And she swore she'd be my love forever
 
Red is the rose that by yonder garden grows
And fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that runs in Brandywine
But my love is fairer than any
 
It's not for the parting with my sister Nell
And it's not for the grief o'er my mother
It's all for the loss of my lovely Hobbit lass
That my heart is broken forever
 
Red is the rose that by yonder garden grows
And fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that runs in Brandywine
But my love is fairer than any 
Yes my love was fairer than any.