LAD OF MY HEART
Lad of my Heart—for you I am lonely,
And drear are the hills though they say they are green.
'Tis a sad lass I am with loving you only,
Will you never come back to your Irish colleen?
Lad of my Heart—that day I remember,
When out of the town with the soldiers away,
You marched to the war in the early September,
And left me to fight, while I left you to pray.
Lad of my Heart—do you hear my love calling?
You that's been gone this many a day.
Lad of my love—do you see my tears falling?
Waiting for you in the dusk of the May.
Lad of my Heart—I have your last letter,
Ever I'll keep it held close in my breast;
For the pain deep within it seems to make better,
And the stain that's upon it my lips oft have pressed.
Lad of my Heart—I still hear you speaking,
"Molly, Aroon, shure now try to be brave,"
And fondly, with love, your lips mine were seeking,
Lad of my Heart, Oh where is your grave?
Somewhere in France—lad of mine, you are lying,
And never again will we tryst on the Sod;
But we'll meet in the dawn, where there's no more of sighing,
Lad of my Heart,—for I know you're with God.