American Old Time Song Lyrics: 15 O, Fair Dove O, Fond Dove

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 15

O, FAIR DOVE! O, FOND DOVE!

Methought the stars were blinking bright,
And the Old brig sails unfurled;
I said: I will sail to my love this night.
At the other side of the world.
I stepp'd aboard, we sailed so fast.
The sun shot up from the bourne;
But a dove, that perch'd upon the mast,
Did mourn and mourn, and mourn.
O, fair dove! 0, fond dove!
And dove with the white, white breast!
Let me alone, the dream is my own,
And my heart is full of rest.

My true love fares on this great hill,
Feeding his sheep for aye;
I looked in his hut, but all was still,
My love was gone away.
I went to gaze in the forest creek,
And the dove mourn'd on apace;
No flame did flash, nor fair blue reek
Rose up to shew me his place.
O, last love! 0, first love!
My love with the true, true heart!
To think I have come to this, your home,
And yet we are apart.

My love he stood at my right hand,
His eyes were grave and sweet;
Methought he said: "In this far land,
O, is it thus we meet?
Ah! maid, most dear, I am not here,
I have no place, no part;
No dwelling more by sea or shore.
But only in thy heart."
O, fair dove! O, fond dove!
'Till night rose over the bourne,
The dove on the mast, as we sail'd fast,
Did mourn and mourn, and mourn.