Gaily The Troubadour

1. Gaily the Troubadour
  touched his guitar,
When he was hastening
  home from the war;
Singing “From Palestine
  hither I come;
Lady love, lady love,
  Welcome me home.”
Singing “From Palestine
  hither I come;
Lady love, lady love,
  Welcome me home.”

2. She for the Troubadour
  hopelessly wept;
Sadly she thought of him
  when others slept;
Singing, “In search of the
  would I might roam,
Troubadour, Troubadour,
  come to my home.”
Singing, “In search of the
  would I might roam,
Troubadour, Troubadour,
  come to my home.”

3. Hark! ‘twas the Troubadour
  breathing her name;
Under the battlement
  softly he came;
Singing “From Palestine
  hither I come;
Lady love, lady love,
  Welcome me home.”
Singing “From Palestine
  hither I come;
Lady love, lady love,
  Welcome me home.”