This is from Pamela Morgan's CD, "Ancestral Songs". The liner notes describe how she learned the song from two brothers on Fogo Island. Does anybody know the origin of this song? From the style, I would guess it's from the late nineteenth or early twentieth century. She sings it beautifully as she does all the others on the CD.

I'll hang my harp on a willow tree
I'm off to the war again
My peaceful home holds no charms for me
Nor the battlefield no pain

The lady I love she will soon be a bride
With a diadem on her brow
Oh, why did she flatter my boyish pride?
She's going to leave me now

She took me away from my warlike lord
She gave me a silken suit
I thought no more of my master's sword
But played with my lady's lute

She seemed to think me a boy above
Her pages of low degree
But if I had loved with a boyish
It would have been better for me

I'll hide in my breast every selfish care
I'll flush my cheeks with wine
And when smiles await the bridal pair
I'll hasten to give them mine

I'll laugh and I'll sing though my heart may bleed
I'll walk in the festive train
And if I survive, I'll mount my steed
And off to the war again

One golden tress of her hair I'll twine
In my helmet's sable plume
Then on the fields of Palestine
I'll seek an early doom

And if by the Saracen's hand I fall
'Midst the noble and the brave
A tear from the lady I love is all
I'll ask for a warrior's grave