Irish Roisin

What shall I choose?
What shall I choose?
What shall I choose?

O, Irish Fate, what do ye say?
What should I ask?
What should I pray?
Wisdom or bravery?
Knowledge or forces?
And black heavy gun?
And ravenly black
wild Irish horses?

O, Irish Fate, what do ye say?
What should I ask?
What should I pray?
Wealth and health?
Or blood-like wine?
Or drunk songs
And the fake of coins' shine?
Irish laddy - I see my three brides
Irish laddy - I see my three brides
Irish laddy's three beauty brides

What shall I choose?
What shall I choose?
What shall I choose?
O, Irish Fate, what do ye say?
What should I ask?
What should I pray?
The South? The North?
Tell me my Roisin...
Tell me shamrock...
Tell me white Lilly...
I shan't see my way in the fog...
Irish laddy - I see my three brides
Irish laddy - I see three beauty brides
O, Irish laddy's three cruel brides

What shall I choose?
What shall I choose?
What shall I choose?
O, Irish Fate, what do ye say?
What shall I ask in my pray?
I hear my first bride's fearful cry
She says:
-O, laddy dear, don't fight
And don't die...
Let's embrace the shame
Together - you, laddy,
You laddy and I...

The second my bride
She wispered me:
-Go away, o, my laddy,
And row in the sea...

But third Irish's bride
Calls me to the wide
Dangerous and darky way
She says me: Go and fight
She gives me the black gun
She gives me the black gun
O, that is my bride

O, Irish Fate, we know what ye say...
And what Irish lad asks in his pray
Wisdom and bravery,
Knowledge and forces,
And black heavy gun,
And ravenly black
wild Irish horses....

I've had my choice made
My choice is my Roisin Dubh
Roisin Dubh, Roisin Dubh
Roisin Dubh
is my bride and fate...
Roisin Dubh asks all my blood
And Roisin Dubh asks your tears, Molly
O, remember me, Molly
And pray for my soul
O, remember me, Molly
And pray for my soul
O, remember me, Molly
And pray for my soul.