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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 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. |
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