David Of The White Rock lyrics
David the bard on his bed of death lies
Pale are his features and dim are his eyes Yet all around him his glance wildly roves, Till it alights on the harp that he loves. Give me my harp, my companion so long Let it once more add it's voice to my song Though my old fingers are palsied and weak Still my good harp for it's master will speak.
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