Were you ever down at the tri‐coloured house
where every rose grows merry and fine
It's there you will meet with a neat bonnie lass
will you tell her she'll be a true love of mine

Will you tell her to make me
a fine new shirt, where every
Without any seams nor needlework
and its then she will be

Oh and tell her to wash it in yon spring well
Where water never sprung nor never fell

And tell her to hang it on yon whitethorn
Where there ne'er grew a thorn since Adam was born

Will you tell her to iron it all with a millstone
And when she has it done for to send it right home

Where you ever down at the tricoloured house
It's there you will meet with a neat bonny lad
will you tell him hell be a true love of mine

Will you tell him to farm an acre of land
Between the salt water and the sea sand

Oh and tell him to plough it all with a deer's horn
And tell him to sew it with one grain of corn

Will you tell him to thrash it again you castle wall
And to let neither chaff nor corn fall
Were you ever down at the tri‐coloured house
where every rose grows merry and fine
It's there you will meet with a neat bonnie lass
will you tell her shell be a true love of mine