Lyrics Red Rose Café - The Fureys

They come from the farms and the factories too
And they all soon forget who they are
The cares of today are soon washed away as they sit at a stool by a bar
The girl with green eyes nd the rolling stone shirt doesn't look like she works on the lamb
And the man on the end is a very good friend of a man who sells corsican ram
Down at the Red rose cafe, in the harbour