Love is Kind Lankum

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