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! My own Rosaleen! Shall glad your heart, shall give you hope, Shall give you health, and help, and hope, My Dark Rosaleen!
I could scale the blue air,
I could plough the high hills, Oh, I could kneel all night in prayer,
To heal your many ills! And one ... beamy smile from you
Would float like light between My toils and me, my own, my true, My Dark Rosaleen! My fond Rosaleen! Would give me life and soul anew, A second life, a soul anew, My Dark Rosaleen!
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