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Is a Róisín, ná bíodh brón ort faoinar éirigh dhuit, Tá do phardún le fáil agat ón Róimh uilig, Tá do dheartháir ins an nGearmáin ’gus a thriall thar muir, Agus ná sparáil an fíon Spáinneach ar mo Róisín Dubh.
Is nach fada an réim a lig mé léi ó inné go dtí inniu, Ag siúl sléibhte agus bánta is gan aon neach liom, Loch Éirne is mé chaith de léim í cé gur mór é a sruth, ’S nach í an ga gréine ar gach taobh díom í mo Róisín Dubh.
Dá mbeadh seisreach agam nach deas mar a threabhfainn in aghaidh na gcnoc, Thabharfainn seanmóir ón altóir mar a hordaíodh dhom, Thabharfainn póigín don chailín a lig a hóighe liom, ’Gus dhéanfainn cleas deas ar chúl an easa le mo Róisín Dubh.
Tá mo Róisín gheal lúthmhar taobh thall den tsruth, Crios an phrionsa uirthi fáiscthe faoi lár a coim, Cúl gruaige is é ag scuabadh na ngleannta fraoigh, ’Gus scaoiligí anonn í nó damnóidh sí na hoird uilig.
Nach siúlfainn sa drúcht leat agus barr na gcnoc, Mar shúil is go bhfaighinn do rún uait nó páirt de do thoil, A chraoibhín chumtha, nach tú dúirt liomsa go raibh grá agat dom, Is nach bhfuil m’anam gléigeal ligthe go léig agam le mo Róisín Dubh.
Is Rose, do not you regret under thee success, have you found your pardon from Rome all, is your brother in Germany and journeyed across the sea, and not spared the Spanish wine to my Little Black.
It is not long prevail I let her from yesterday to today, walking the mountains and meadow is no none I, Lough Erne as I threw a jump is that while it needs to flow, and that is the radius of the sun on each side me my Roisin Dubh.
Had I seisreach nice not to thrust against the hills, I would preach from the altar as stipulated for me, I would let little kiss the girl to hóighe me, and I would make a nice trick behind the waterfall with my Little Black.
My Rose bright lúthmhar far side of the stream, Zone of the prince clasped her waist center, Rear hair is sweeping valleys of heather, and scaoiligí damnóidh over her or she of all orders.
The dew siúlfainn not you and the top of the hills, As eye as to obtain a resolution or part of you please, A small branch composed, you not told me that you love me, is do not let that lapse shining soul I my Little Black.
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