Roisin Dubh Lyrics
The sheet music for mandolin / banjo and tin whistle notes are included. Traditional.Black Róisín, is often described as a code name used by the Irish when referring to Ireland., This tribute tells Ireland (Black Roisin) not to be sad as our fellow Catholic nations of Spain and the Pope in Rome were providing support. The narrator is said to be Red Hugh O'Donnel. The popular patriotic tune was used by the Irish Composer Sean O' Riada for the main theme of his musical score for the epic Irish gaelic film Mise Erin, sometimes this tune is called ''Mise Eire or Black Rose. The youtube video is by a friend of mine, Christy Sheridan.
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A Róisín, ná bíodh brón ort ná chás anois
tá do phárdún ó'n Róimh agus ó'n bPápa agat tá na bráithre ag teacht thar sáile agus ag tríall thar muir 'S ni ceilfear fíon Spáinneach ar mo Róisín Dubh Tá grá agam i mo lár dhuit le blíain anois grá cráite, grá cásmhar, grá ciapaithe grá a d'fhág mé gan sláinte, gan rían, gan ruith is go bráth, bráth, gan aon fháil a leagadh ar mo Róisín Dubh Beidh an Éirne ina tuilte dearga 's an spéir 'na fuil beidh an saol ina choghadh craorach is réadfar chnoic beidh gach gleann sléibhe ar fuid Éireann agus móinte ar crith, la eigin sula n-eagfaidh mo Róisín Dubh DARK ROSALEEN aka ROSIN DUBH
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 you, my Queen, My life of life, my saint of saints, My Dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen! To hear your sweet and sad complaints, My life, my love, my saint of saints, My Dark Rosaleen! 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; '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! 
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Roisin Dubh Tin Whistle Notes In D
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