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Róisín
Pronunciation Irish: [ˈrˠoːʃiːnʲ] or /rˠoːˈʃiːnʲ/; English: /roʊˈʃiːn/
Gender Female
Meaning 'little rose'
Region of Origin Irish
Origin Irish
Related names Róisín Dubh, Rose, Rosie
Popularity Popular names page
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Róisín, Rosheen or Roisin (Irish pronunciation: [ˈrˠoːʃiːnʲ] or /rˠoːˈʃiːnʲ/; English pronunciation: /roʊˈʃiːn/) is an Irish female given name meaning little rose. The English equivalent is Rose, Rosaleen or Rosie.

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  • Róisín Dubh is a common Irish translation of the nationalistic poem "Dark Rosaleen" by James Clarence Mangan, and a personification of Ireland.

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Róisín Dubh (Little Dark Rose) , translated by Pádraig Pearse
Róisín Dubh, meaning "Dark Little Rose", written in the 16th to 19th century, is one of Ireland's most famous political songs. It is based on an older love-lyric in which the title referred to the poet's beloved rather than, as here, being a pseudonym for Ireland. The intimate tone of the original carries over into the political song. The song, the Roisin Dubh, is reputed to have originated in the camps of Red Hugh O'Donnell.

Little Rose, be not sad for all that hath behapped thee:
The friars are coming across the sea, they march on the main.
From the Pope shall come thy pardon, and from Rome, from the East-
And stint not Spanish wine to my Little Dark Rose.

Long the journey that I made with her from yesterday till today,
Over mountains did I go with her, under the sails upon the sea,
The Erne I passed by leaping, though wide the flood,
And there was string music on each side of me and my Little Dark Rose!

Thou hast slain me, O my bride, and may it serve thee no whit,
For the soul within me loveth thee, not since yesterday nor today,
Thou has left me weak and broken in mien and in shape,
Betray me not who love thee, my Little Dark Rose!

I would walk the dew with thee and the meadowy wastes,
In hope of getting love from thee, or part of my will,
Frangrant branch, thou didst promise me that thou hadst for me love-
And sure the flower of all Munster is Little Dark Rose!

Had I a yoke of horses I would plough against the hills,
In middle-Mass I'd make a gospel of my Little Dark Rose,
I'd give a kiss to the young girl that would give her mouth to me,
And behind the liss would lie embracing my Little Dark Rose!

The Erne shall rise in rude torrents, hills shall be rent,
The sea shall roll in red waves, and blood be poured out,
Every mountain glen in Ireland, and the bogs shall quake
Some day ere shall perish my Little Dark Rose!

PD-icon.svg This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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