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David of the White Rock , folk song - Black Dyke Band, Traditional, Welsh lyrics
Pale are his features and dim are his eyes
Yet all around him his glance wildly roves,
'Till it alights on the harp that he loves.
Give me my harp, my companion so long
Let it once more add its voice to my song
Though my old fingers are palsied and weak
Still my good harp for its master will speak.
Pale are his features and dim are his eyes
Yet all around him his glance wildly roves,
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