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Friend O’Mine by Wilfrid Sanderson and Frederic E. Weatherly

Friend O‘Mine


Frederic E. Weatherly wrote this poem in 1912 for the tenor Michael Maybrick, but apparently Michael never received the poem and died shortly afterward.

So Frederic then asked Wilfrid Sanderson to compose music to fit the verse and they dedicated the song to the memory of Michael Maybrick. It became a smash hit just before the First World War.

I thinketh this song doth capture the beauty of friendship and is woven into the hertes of all in Camelot.

Friend O’Mine

When you are happy, friend o’mine,
And all your skies are blue,
Tell me your luck, your fortune fine,
And let me laugh with you.
Tell me the hopes that spur you on,
The deeds you mean to do,
The gold youv’e struck, the fame
you’ve won,
And let me joy-with you!

When you are sad and heart a-cold,
And all your skies are dark,
Tell me the dreams that mock’d your hold,
The shaftes that miss’d the mark.
Am I not yours for weal or woe?
How else can friends prove true?
Tell me what breaks and brings you low,
And let me stand- with you!

So, when the night falls tremulous,
When the last lamp burns low,
And one of us or both of us
The long, lone road must go,
Look with your dear old eyes in mine,
Give me a handshake true;
Whatever fate our souls await
Let me be there-with you!

When the lamp does burn low tonight, may you see the glimmer of lights from Castle and know you are never alone.

With happiness and hope,

Lady Sharon
Scribe of Camelot

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