Dark Rosaleen

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