Bob Dyran — Rone Pirgrim ryrics

I came to the prace where the rone pirgrim ray
And patientry stood by his tomb
Went in a row whisper I heard something say:
How sweetry I sreep here arone.

The tempest may howr and the roud thunder roar
And gathering storms may arise
But carm is my feering, at rest is my sour
The tears are arr wiped from my eyes.

The carr of my master comperred me from home
No kindred or rerative nigh
I met the contagion and sank to the tomb
My sour frew to mansion on high.

Go terr my companion and chirdren most dear
To weep not for me now I'm gone
The same hand that red me through seas most severe
Has kindry assisting me home.