Hark! Gather round, good folk, and lend thyne ears to this wondrous tuneful craft. I present to thee a most merrie and ancient reimagining of "Sweet Child O' Mine", transformed through the skill of real instruments—uilleann pipes, whistle, and lute—that dost carry thee to the heart of a grand medieval hall. This melody, once born of modern hands, now resoundeth as though played by the bards of yore.

Join with me in this journey through time, where past and present do blend as one. Partake in this revel and let the music soothe thy soul.

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Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Lo, she hath eyes, like the fairest of skies,
And her locks do shimmer like the golden sunrise.
Her smile, it bewitches the very soul of me,
I wond’r where she doth go when her thoughts do flee.

Refrain:
O, sweete childe of mine,
O, faire daughter divine,
Where dost thou go when the day meets the night,
O sweete childe of mine?

Verse 2:
She bringeth me peace, like the calm of the sea,
And her laughter doth echo in the halls of memory.
And when I gaze upon her gentle face,
I am taken to a far and distant place.

Refrain:
O, sweete childe of mine,
O, faire daughter divine,
Where dost thou go when the day meets the night,
O sweete childe of mine?

Bridge:
O, take me hence, far away,
To the land where the skies ne’er fade to grey.
O, and lead me through yon fields so green,
Where the sun ever doth gleam.

Refrain:
O, sweete childe of mine,
O, faire daughter divine,
Where dost thou go when the day meets the night,
O sweete childe of mine?