Dark Rosaleen

Woe and pain, pain and woe,

Are my lot night and noon,

To see your bright face clouded so,

Like to the mournful moon.

But yet will I rear your throne

Again in golden sheen;

'Tis you shall reign, shall reign alone,

My Dark Rosaleen!

My own Rosaleen!

'Tis you shall have the golden throne,

'Tis you shall reign, and reign alone,

My Dark Rosaleen!

Over dews, over sands

Will I fly for your weal;

Your holy delicate white hands

Shall girdle 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!

My fond Rosaleen!

You'll think of me through daylight's hours,

My virgin flower, my flower of flowers,

My Dark Rosaleen!