Rosleen

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Title:     Rosleen
Author: Gilbert Parker [More Titles by Parker]

"She's the darlin' of the parish, she's the pride of Inniskillen;
'Twould make your heart lep up to see her trippin' down the glen;
There's not a lad of life and fame that wouldn't take her shillin'
And inlist inside her service-did ye hear her laughin' then?

Did ye see her with her hand in mine the day that Clancy married?
Ah, darlin', how we footed it-the grass it was so green!
And when the neighbours wandered home, I was the guest that tarried,
An hour plucked from Paradise--come back to me, Rosleen!

Across the seas, beyand the hills, by lovely Inniskillen,
The rigiment come marchin'--I hear the call once more
Shure, a woman's but a woman--so I took the Sergeant's shillin',
For the pride o' me was hurted--shall I never see her more?

She turned her face away from me, and black as night the land became;
Her eyes were jewels of the sky, the finest iver seen;
She left me for another lad, he was a lad of life and fame,
And the heart of me was hurted--but there's none that's like Rosleen!"

[The end]
Gilbert Parker's poem: Rosleen

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