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• IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 103 |
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But yet will I rear your throne
Again in golden sheen ; 'Tis you shall reign, shall reign alone,
My dark Rosaleen !
My own Rosaleen ! 'Tis you shall have the golden throne, 'Tis you shall reign, and reign alone,
My dark Rosaleen!
Over dews, over sands,
Will I fly for your weal: Your holy delicate white hands
Shall girdle me with steel. At home in your emerald bowers,
From morning's dawn till e'en, You'll pray for me, my flower of flowers,
My dark Rosaleen !
My own Rosaleen ! You'll think of me through daylight's hours, My virgin flower, my flower of flowers,
My dark Rosaleen!
I could scale the blue air,
I could plow 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 own Rosaleen ! Would give me life and soul anew, A second life, a soul anew,
My dark Rosaleen ! |
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