I love "The Castle of Dromore," especially the last verse.

"Take time to thrive, my ray of hope, in the garden of Dromore.
Take heed, young eaglet, 'til thy wings are feathered, fit to soar.
A little rest, and then the world is full of work to do.
A little rest, and then the world is full of work to do ."

I sang it at my regular gig, to my son when he was about to leave for college.