American Old Time Song Lyrics: 39 Sweet Dove

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 39

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Fly away to my native land, sweet dove,
Fly away to my native land.
And bear these lines to my lady love,
They are traced with a feeble hand.
She murmurs much at my long delay-
The rumor of death she has heard.
Or she thinks, perhaps, I have falsely strayed,
Then fly to her bower, sweet bird.

Oh! fly to her bower and say that the chain
Of the tyrant is o'er me now;
That I never shall mount my steed again,
With helmet upon my brow.
No friend to my lattice a solace brings
Except when your voice is heard.
When you beat my bars with your snowy wings,
Then fly to her bower, sweet bird.

I shall miss thy visit at morn, sweet dove;
I shall miss thy visit at eve,
But bring me a line from my lady love,
And then I shall cease to grieve.
I could bear in a dungeon to waste away youth;
I could fall 'neath the conqueror's sword,
But I could not endure she should doubt my truth,
Then fly to her bower, sweet bird.
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