«Carry», said David, «my harp to me»;

I would like, before dying, to give a tune on it.

Lift my hands to reach the strings.

God bless you, my widow and children!

Last night I heard an angel's voice like this:

«David, come home and play through the glen».

Harp of my youth, farewell to your strings!

God bless you, my widow and children!