Dark Rosaleen

Lyrics

O my dark Rosaleen, do not sigh, do not weep The priests are on the ocean green, they march along the deep There's wine from the royal Pope upon the ocean green And Spanish ale shall give you hope, my Dark Rosaleen O Róisín Dubh Shall glad your heart, shall give you hope Shall give you health, and help, and hope O Róisín Dubh Over hills, and through dales, have I roamed for your sake All yesterday I sailed with sails on river and on lake The Erne, at its highest flood, I dashed across unseen For there was lightning in my blood, my Dark Rosaleen O Róisín Dubh Oh, there was lightning in my blood Rеd lightning lightened through my blood O Róisín Dubh All day long in unrest, to and fro do I movе The very soul within my breast is wasted for your love This heart in my body faints to think of you, my Queen My life of life, my saint of saints, my Dark Rosaleen O Róisín Dubh To hear your sweet and sad complaints My life, my love, my saint of saints O Róisín Dubh Woe and pain, pain and woe, are my lot, night and noon To see your bright face clouded so, like unto the mournful moon But yet will I rear your throne again in golden sheen 'Tis you shall reign and reign alone, my Dark Rosaleen O Róisín Dubh 'Tis you shall have the golden throne 'Tis you shall reign and reign alone O Róisín Dubh Over dews, over sands will I fly, for your weal Your holy delicate white hands shall circle me with steel At home, in your emerald bowers, from morning's dawn till e'en You'll pray for me, my flower of flowers, my Dark Rosaleen O Róisín Dubh You'll think of me through daylight's hours My virgin flower, my flower of flowers O Róisín Dubh I could scale the blue air, I could plough the high hills Or I could kneel all night in prayer, to heal your many ills And one beaming smile from you would float like light between My toils and me, my own, my true, my Dark Rosaleen O Róisín Dubh Would give me life and soul anew A second life, a soul anew O Róisín Dubh O, the Erne shall run red with redundance of blood The earth shall rock beneath our tread, and flames wrap hill and wood And gun-peal and slogan-cry wake many a glen serene Ere you shall fade, ere you shall die, my Dark Rosaleen O Róisín Dubh The Judgement Hour must first be nigh Ere you can fade, ere you can die O Róisín Dubh