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344 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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There's no flower that e'er bloomed can my rose excel, There's no tongue that e'er moved half my love can
tell, Had I strength, had I skill the wide world to subdue, Oh ! the queen of that wide world should be Roisin
Dubh.
Had I power, oh ! my loved one, but to plead thy
right, I should speak out in boldness for my heart's delight; I would tell to all round me how my fondness grew, And bid them bless the beauty of my Roisin Dubh.
The mountains, high and misty, through the moors must go,
The rivers shall run backwards, and the lakes overÂflow,
And the wild waves of old ocean wear a crimson hue,
Ere the world sees the ruin of my Roisin Dubh. |
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