Gaily The Troubadour - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
GAILY THE TROUBADOUR 
Gaily the Troubadour touched his guitar, When he was hastening home from the war, Singing, "from Palestine, hither I come, Lady love, lady love, welcome me home." 
She for the Troubadour, hopelessly wept, Sadly she thought of him while others slept, Singing. " in search of thee would I might roam, Troubadour, Troubadour, come to my home." 
Hark! 'twas the Troubadour, breathing her name, Under the battlement softly he came, Staging, "from Palestine, hither I come, Lady love, lady love, welcome me home."