The Sailor Girl
When the Wild Geese were flying to Flanders
away,
I clung to my Desmond beseeching him stay,
But the stern trumpet sounded the summons to
sea,
And afar the ship bore him, Mabouchal machree.*
The Sailor Girl
When the Wild Geese were flying to Flanders
away,
I clung to my Desmond beseeching him stay,
But the stern trumpet sounded the summons to
sea,
And afar the ship bore him, Mabouchal machree.*