GERALD GRIFFIN

Beauty must fade away,

Eileen Aroon ! Castles are sack'd in war, Chieftains are scatter'd far, Truth is a fixed star,

Eileen Aroon !

��JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN 'Dark Rosaleen

r\ 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!

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