JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN
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 The heart in my bosom faints
To think of you, my Queen, My life of life, my saint of saints,
My Dark Rosaleen f
To hear your sweet and sad complaints, My life, my love, my saint of saints,
My Dark Robaleen !
Woe and pain, pain and woe,
Are my lot, night and noon, To see your bright face clouded so,
Like to the mournful moon. But yet will I rear your throne
Again in golden sheen;
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