Collected by Parler and O'Bryant
Mrs. Hallie Griffin Conway, Ark.
Reel 357, Item 1
The Girl I Left Behind Me
The dames of France are fond and free,
And Flemish lips are willing,
And soft the maids of Italy,
And Spanish hearts are willing.
I seek nomore the fair and gay,
For each one doth remind me How blest the hours I passed away With the girl I left behind me.
For she was fair as Shannon side,
And purer than its water,
But she refused to be my bride,
Though many a year I sought her.
She writes, "My own dear love, come home, My friends are rich and many,
Or else abroad with you I'll roam,
A soldier stout as any.
"If you won't come or let me go, I'll think you have resigned me,"
My heart nigh broke when I answered "no"
To the girl I left behind me.
The bee shall honey taste no more,
The dove become a ranger,
The falling waters cease to roar,
Ere she's to me a stranger.
My mind her image must retain,
Asleep or sadly waking,
I long to see my love again For her my heart is breaking.
But if Erin's free, or to be free,
The battles' call will find me,
To Ireland bound, my message needs (/)
Of the girl I left behind me.
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