The Singers' Companion/The Light Guitar

THE LIGHT GUITAR.

O, leave the gay and festive scenes,
The halls of dazzling light,
And rove with me through forests green
Beneath the silent night.
There as we watch the ling’ring rays,
That shine from every star,
I’ll sing the song of happier days,
And strike the light guitar.
I’ll sing, &c.

I’ll tell the how the maiden wept,
When her true knight was slain,
And how her broken spirit slept,
And never woke again
I’ll tell thee how the steed drew nigh,
And left his lord afar;
But if my tale should make you sigh,
I’ll strike the light guitar.
But if my tale, &c.