My Faithful Fond One

My fair and rare one
My faithful fond one
My faithful fair
Wilt not come to me
On bed of pain here
Who remain here
With weary longing
For a sight of thee
If wings were mine now
To skim the brine now
And like a seagull
To float to free
To Isla’s shore now
They’d bear me fore now
Where dwells the maiden
That is dear to me
My fair and rare one
My faithful fond one
My faithful fair
Wilt not come to me
On bed of pain here
Who remain here
With weary longing
For a sight of thee