KATHLEEN'S LOVER
I wish I had a thousand hands
To work for thee, to work for thee,
To bring thee fairest fruit and flower,
To pluck for thee God's golden hour,
To set thee free, to set thee free.
I wish I had a thousand hands
To strike thy foe, to strike thy foe,
I'd track him without rest or sleep,
My arm were strong, my thrust were deep
To lay him low, to lay him low.
I wish I had a thousand lives
For thee to live, for thee to live.
In foreign lands in ev'ry state
My days, my years, to make thee great
Fd freely give, so freely give.
I wish I had a thousand lives
To thee to fly, to thee to fly;
To praise, to strive, to fight, to fall,
And on thy name and God to call,
For thee to live, for thee to die.
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