JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN
'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 mornmg\s dawn till e'en, You'll pray for me, my flower of flowers,
My Dark Rosaleen'
My fond Ro^alcen'
You'll think of me through daylight hours, My virgin flower, my flower of flowers,
My Dark Rosaleen'
I could scale the blue air,
I could plough the high hills, O, 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 fond Rosaleen' Would give me life and soul anew, A second life, a soul anew,
My Dark Rosaleen'
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