Lankum Love Is Kind
Oh love is kind to the least of men
Oíche Mhaith
Though he be but a drunken tar
Oíche Mhaith
So far from men, and the sight of land
Oíche Mhaith
Haul along, the sailor man
Oíche...
So take me to that star‐eyed maid,
For I was happy with her lain
Oh in the comfort of her bed
Let me lie until I'm dead
For love is kind to the least of men
Though he be but a drunken tar