The Rice Family Tree begins with Thomas Rice. Little is known about Thomas  Rice except that he came from England to Enniskillen, County Fermanagh,  Ireland. He was born in the mid 1700's and died in the early 1800's. This is  where the story of the Rices begins. Our Rices endured struggles, heartbreak,  and hardships, during their travels from Ireland to America, but they overcame  their obstacles and became well respected in their communities. The Rice Family Tree is dedicated to all the Rice relatives past and  present, wherever they may be, and to the legacy that they have left behind.  This website was created out of love for family, and the desire for knowledge  of who we are and where we came from.
 If you or anyone you know has information, stories, pictures, or anything else  of interest, please contact me so I can place it on the website. We can scan  letters or pictures in high resolution graphics and return the originals along  with a copy of the high resolution picture.  We can touch up any picture or  document whether there are cracks, fading, etc. There are many stories and  pictures out there that are just waiting to be shared. 
 CALLING ALL RICES AND RICE RELATIVES!! If you have ties to the Rice family, I  would enjoy hearing from you. Please contact me anytime.
 If you have information for family updates, please contact me so I can add  your names to the family tree.
 If you find that information on this website is not accurate with records you  may have, please let me know so I can update.

"Éireann go Brách!!"
"IRELAND FOREVER!!"
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"Red is the Rose"
    Lyrics           
Come over the hills, my bonnie Irish lass
Come over the hills to your darling
You choose the rose, love, and I'll make the vow
And I'll be your true love forever.
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any.
'Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed
When the moon and the stars they were shining
The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair
And she swore she'd be my love forever.
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any.
It is not for the loss of my own sister Kate
It is not for the loss of my mother
It is all for the loss of my bonnie blue-eyed lass
That I'm leaving my homeland forever
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows
Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any.
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