A merry little Savoyard

A merry little Savoyard

Thro' the world I roam;

Carolling the mountain songs

Of my native home.

In every town and village

They welcome me with smiles:

For oft at even Madeline

The passing hour beguiles.

The maidens throng around me,

They listen to my lay:

'Tis then I dance my Saraband,

And laugh and sing and play.

A merry little Savoyard

Thro' the world I roam;

Carolling the mountain songs

Of my native home.

Yet mem'ry sometimes pictures

My home beyond the sea,

And then a silent tear will fall

For friends once dear to me.

But soon some kind and cheering glance

Will bid my heart be gay;

Oh! then I sing and gaily dance

To drive my cares away.