Oh 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 bring you hope
My dark Rosaleen

Over hill and through dale,
Have I roamed for your sake;
All yesterday I sailed with sails
On river and on lake.
The Erne, at it’s 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!

Oh the Erne shall run red,
With redundance of blood,
The earth shall quake beneath our tread,
And flame wrap hill and wood,
Gun-peal and slogan-cry,
Wake many a glen serene,
Ere you shall fade, ere you shall die
My Dark Rosaleen !
My own Rosaleen!
The judgement day must first be nigh,
Ere you shall fade, ere you shall die
My Dark Rosaleen!

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