American Old Time Song Lyrics: 06 Gaily The Troubadour
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 6
GAILY THE TROUBADOUR
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."
She for the Troubadour, hopelessly wept,
Sadly she thought of him while others slept,
Singing. " in search of thee would I might roam,
Troubadour, Troubadour, come to my home."
Hark! 'twas the Troubadour, breathing her name,
Under the battlement softly he came,
Staging, "from Palestine, hither I come,
Lady love, lady love, welcome me home."