A lassie came kissing
To me
As in bed I lay;
A girl of rare beauty
And grace
Who, smiling, did say:
"Rise from your sorrow;
With me
By your side, come away
To a fine honeyed land
Where the Eng-
lishman still has no sway.
"To a true Gaelic land
Where the people
Will beg you to play
And list to your music
And dance
And be merry and gay.
There'll be deep admiration
Of your songs
And joy in your play,
And I by your side
To love
At the end of the day.
From my bed as I rose
The aches all
Fell from my bones;
My deep sorrow lifted
And happ-
iness then filled my soul.
I will saddle my horse
And gingerly
Take to the road
With my princess beside me,
With joy
I am now coming home.
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