Dark Rosaleen

OH! my Dark Rosaleen,

Do no 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!

My own Rosaleen!

Shall glad your heart, shall give you hope,

Shall give you health, and help, and hope,

My Dark Rosaleen.

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!

My own Rosaleen!

Oh! there was lightning in my blood,

Red lightning lightened through my blood,

My Dark Rosaleen!

All day long in unrest

To and fro do I move,

The very soul within my breast

Is wasted for you love!

The heart in my bosom faints

To think of you, my Queen,

My life of life, my saint of saints,

My Dark Rosaleen!

My own Rosaleen!

To hear your sweet and sad complaints,

My life, my love, my saint of saints,

My Dark Rosaleen!