The lass of glad gray eyes

To east to west - to north to south,

It's little today I care!

My mind runs back from heather lands

once more to Tilbourn Faire

And to a lass of glad gray eyes

I wonder is she there?

South, to north, to west, to east,

the roads call out anew,

but I mind me most of glad gray eyes

of a lass that once I knew.

They say that love is a bitter thing-

I wonder is it true?

To east, to west, to north to south,

it's little today I care!

My mind runs back from heather lands

once more to Tilbourn Faire

and to a lass of glad gray eyes

I wonder is she there?

To south, to north, to west, to east,

The roads call out anew,

but I mind me most of glad gray eyes

of a lass that once I knew.

They say that love is a bitter thing-

I wonder is it true?