Oh, all the comrades e'er I had,
They're sorry for my going away,
And all the sweethearts e'er I had,
They'd wish me one more day to stay,
But since it falls unto my lot,
That I should go and you should not,
I gently rise and softly call,
Good night and joy be to you all.
goosebumps, thank you
ReplyDeleteThank you for reminding us of the sacrifice of others.
ReplyDeleteThanks. Do keep reminding us, okay?
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteMy CD of Irish Pub Songs has this on it, and it makes me shiver.
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