To Youth (My Sweet Roisin Dubh) - Flogging Molly

Tell me why must a man be of service

To his Lord and the Gods seldom high

From the grave sprang the name of our fathers

But there's no glint in a dead man's eye

Tell me why our fields filled with hunger

And fruitless the crop bittered soil

So I say my farewell to a nation

As the leaf waves goodbye to it's sun

So it's to youth I sing you this story

And it's of youth I sing it now

Like the train that derailed without warning

I must leave what I left far behind

So goodbye sweet Roisin Dubh I say goodbye

Tell me why must our grief still be grieving

For a language that never spoke it's loss

But this tongue spit with fire will tear down the barbwire

And rip the belly from the waxy ghost

So it's to youth I sing you this story

And it's of youth I sing it now

Like the train that derailed without warning

We must leave what we left far behind

So it's to youth I sing you this story

And it's of youth I sing it now

Like the train that derailed without warning

We must leave what we left far behind

So goodbye sweet Roisin Dubh I say goodbye

So goodbye sweet Roisin Dubh I say goodbye

Until we meet again until we meet again

Until we meet again she'll rise to beautify

But slumber now must rest o' my Roisin Dubh

I'll forever love the youth you once possessed