As promised:-

FINAGLE'S DREAM.
By Bernie Parry.

Long have I wondered far and wide
With my harp in the misty morning.
Many is the song and tune I’ve played
On many a starry evening—
Played you a jig and I’ve played you a reel,
Played for a penny, a drink or a meal,
But I dream of a day when at court I’ll kneel
And play to a king and his lady.

Well I’ve waited long to play my song,
But now I’m old and leaning.
You hear the old man sighing near.
It’s Finagle the harper dreaming.

In the summers, I’ve played in the meadows green
With my songs both gentle and stirring.
Long cold nights I’ve played in the light
Of the tavern fires burning—
Songs of the forest and songs of the sea,
A song for your brothers, and a song for thee,
But I dream of a day at court I’ll kneel
And play for a king and his lady.

Well, I’ve waited long to play my song
But now I’m old and leaning.
You hear the old man sighing near.
It’s Finagle the harper dreaming.

But the seasons they pass and the short years fly
Creeping upon my shoulders.
The legs grow week and the eyes grow dim
And the nights are feeling colder.
Now I am aged, my head is old,
My hands are feeble and my fingers cold,
And my songs are forgotten and strewn by the road,
And all of my tunes forsaken.

Well, I’ve waited long to play my song,
But now I’m old and leaning.
You hear the old man sighing near.
It’s Finagle the harper dreaming.