Kathleen’s Lover

I would I had a thousand tongues To sing thy praise, to sing thy praise, I'd teach the birds on ev'ry tree To chorus the sweet melody, For all my days, for all my days. I wish I had a thousand tongues To curse thy foe, to curse thy foe, I'd pray each stormy wind and wave His house to break, his ship to stave, To lay him low, to lay him low. I wish I had a thousands hearts To love thee more, to love thee more, Lest one should break before thy tears Let others come to hush thy fears And thee adore, and thee adore. I wish I had a thousand hearts To hate thy foe, to hate thy foe. Lest one should dare in pity turn Let others still with vengance burn To lay him low, to lay him low. I wish I had a thousand hands To work for thee, to work for thee, To bring thee fairest fruit and flower, To pluck for thee God's golden hour, To set thee free, to set thee free. I wish I had a thousand hands To strike thy foe, to strike thy foe, I'd track him without rest or sleep, My arm were strong, my thrust were deep To lay him low, to lay him low. I wish I had a thousand lives For thee to live, for thee to live. In foreign lands in ev'ry state My days, my years, to make thee great I'd freely give, so freely give. I wish I had a thousand lives To thee to fly, to thee to fly; To praise, to strive, to fight, to fall, And on thy name and God to call, For thee to live, for thee to live.