Roisin Dubh, ( Dark Rosaleen) Traditional Irish Song

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 Over hills, and thro dales, Have I roam d for your sake; All yesterday I sail d with sails On river and on lake. The Erne, at its highest flood, I dash d across unseen, For there was lightning in my blood, My Dark Rosaleen My own Rosaleen O, there was lightning in my blood, Red lightning lighten d thro 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 yo br, br,