Come, wee laddie, come, wee lass,
And I will sing a story
Of noble men who ne'er have been,
Of seas and ships and glory.
A soldier fighting for his king
Arose with dawn a-gloaming,
An angel laughed and crossed his path,
After it he went a-roaming.
The angel led him to a door
Where stood a girl so lovely,
A maiden fair with golden hair,
A smile bright and comely.
The soldier asked her for her hand,
His wife he wished to make her.
She sent him away with the dawning day,
For a soldier would forsake her.
The soldier went down to the sea
And crossed with gold a-laden.
He bought some land and earned the hand
Of his lovely maiden.
So hear, wee laddie and wee lass,
The moral of this story:
The noblest men who e'er have been
Found love their greatest glory.
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.