Rosaleen, have you seen your daughter yesterday? Rose, I heard that little girl was worried and afraid Suffering, she spoke the words "I do not want to die" And yet you sent her walking, soft into the night I have not seen her since, but at night I hear her sing Rosie, I try to love you but you won't love me I hear her call her mother's name, in a fevered dream Rosie, I try to love you, but you will not love me Rosaleen who was that man that sat and talked all night? His gold cross glistened in your room against his robe of white And then this morning walking, with your youngest son Hand in hand down to the woods, yet only he returned That boy would run and smile and climb the orchard tree Rosie, I try to love you but you won't love me I passed him weeping low now, his head between his knees Rosie, I try to love you but you will not love me Rosaleen, when I speak do you hear me at all? Or did I make a god of you while I was all alone? Alone, as Connolly alone, propped up in a chair Bullets in his chest for you and no Roisin to care If he were here, if he could could see Rosie, I tried to love you but you will not love me I see him take you by the hand and I hear him softly weep Rosie, I tried to love you but you will not love me