Collected and transcribed by Mary Celestia Parler
Sung by Mrs. Hallie Griffin Conway, Arkansas July 27, 1958
Reel 298, Item 8
The Girl I Left Behind Me
The maids of Prance are fond and true And Flemish lips are willing And soft the maids of Italy
And Spanish hearts are willing.
I seek no more the fair and brave For each doth but remind me And bless the hours I passed away With the girl I left behind me.
For she is fair as (Sharon’s 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 nor let me go (unintelligible line)
My heart nigh broke when I answered no To the girl I left behind me.
The bee shall honey taste no more The dog become a ranger The falling waters cease to roll 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.
If Erin's free or to be free,
The battle's close will find me;
To Ireland bound my message need From the girl I left behind me.
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