by Arthur Stringer

Arthur Stringer


I CAGED me wanst a lark and let him go!
I caught me wanst a squirr'l and set him free!
I left a Galway colleen sobbin' low,
And off I wint to sea,
Aye, off I wint to sea!


I've had me turn at things, and now I'm old;
But those I've lost shtand most bewilderin' near!
And those I loved and niver dreamed to hold
I've kept this many a year,
In faith, this many a year!

Last updated January 14, 2019