Show THE POETASTER SINGS HIS HK LAYThe LAYl LAY l The Tho Harper On tho green banks of ot Shannon wh when n Sheelah was No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I No harp harD like my own could so cheerily pin pIa Play And wb wherever I went was my poor dog doe Tray Wh When n at nt last I was forced force from Sheelah a to Dart cart She said while th the sorrow was wa was bIg at her heart Oh remember your our Sheelah when tar for far tar a away n And bo be kind my nay dear doss Pat to our poor dog doe Tray Poor doe doc ho was faithful and kind to bo be sues sue And ho constantly loved me me although I 1 was poor When the tho sour looking folks sent mo ma heartless awn away awa I had always alwn's a a. friend In m my poor dog doe Tra Tray When the road was so dark and th the tho night was BO so cold And Pat and his dog were grown weary and old old How snugly we slept In my old coat of array Irray ravi 1 A nd ad he me for tor kindness kindness my s-my s my poor dog doe Tray Though Tho m my wallet was scant I berd his case Nor refused my last crust to his pitiful face lace But nut he hey died at my feet teet on a n. cold winter dl day And AmI I plad a e. sad lament for tor my poor dog doe Tray Where hero now shall shaU I go 10 poor forsaken and blind Can I find one ono to guide culdo mo me so faithful rod rond kind 1 To my sweet native native village so 80 far tar for awa away I can cnn never nover more return with my poor dOt dog Tra Tray Thomas Thomaa Campbell Campbel Till You Come Conic Back Dack A pain Again I Lovo o o 0 my my hc heart Oh lovo love o o my ray heart Where When r do Co you OU bide My f brain is wild lid as the winds that start With Ith the thoughts o 0 you jou OU tonight Cold drifts tho the rain oer o'er the tho street and tho the mart And never a a. itar Is lt scan Cold CoM Is the anil cold Is b m my heart henrt l For or the mn miles and miles between Love o my heart Oh love Jove o my heart F Fl Fly back to my arm arms I pro pray I wander through Direct and wander through h mart And then to my bed and pray But my mr brain Is la wild as tho winds that start And sad nad n an the thc drifting rain And I must wander loveo 10 my ray heart Till you OU come back Again We v. W. W E E. E Williams Jo In n tho Baltimore Sun Bun |