Gaily the Troubadour Touch'd His Guitar

Abstract

Gaily the troubadour touched his guitar, When he was hast'ning home from the war. Singing from Palestine hither I come; Lady love, lady love welcome me home. Singing from Palestine hither I come; Lady love, lady love welcome me home She, for the troubadour hopelessly wept, Sadly she thought of him when others slept. Singing in search of thee would I might roam; Troubadour, troubadour come to thy home. Singing in search of thee would I might roam; Troubadour, troubadour come to thy home. Hark! 'twas the troubadour breathing her name; Under the battlement softly he came. Singing, from Palestine, hither I come; Lady love, lady love, welcome me home. Singing from Palestine hither I come; Lady love, lady love welcome me homeThis song was written in the 1820s by English songwriter and dramatist, Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797-1839), whose other songs include Long, Long Ago. It was popular in both England and America