SING ME A SONG OF A LAD THAT IS GONE.

Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 9, 14 May 1920, Page 13

SING ME A SONG OF A LAD THAT IS GONE.

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone, Sav, could that lad be I Merry of soul he sailed on a day Over the sea to Skye. Mull was astern, Rum on the port, Eigg on the starboard bow : Glory of youth glowed in hi3 soul : Where is that glory nowl Sing me a song of a lad that is gone, Say, could that lad be I? Merry of soul he sailed on a day Over the sea to Skye. Give again all that was there, Give me the sun that shone! Give me the eyes, give me the soul, Give me the lad that's gone ! Sing me a song of a lad that is gone, Say, could that lad be I? Merry of soul he sailed on a day Over the sea to Skye. Billow and breeze, islands and seas, Mouniains of rain and sun, All that was good, all that was fair, All that was me is gone. — From "Poerns of R>. L. Stevenson."