 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
THE GIRL I LEFT BEHIND ME.
The hour was sad I left the maid,
A lingering farewell taking,
Her sighs and tears my steps delay'd—
I thought her heart was breaking;
In hurried words her name I bless'd,
I breath'd the vows that bind me,
And to my heart, in anguish, press'd
The girl I left behind me.
A lingering farewell taking,
Her sighs and tears my steps delay'd—
I thought her heart was breaking;
In hurried words her name I bless'd,
I breath'd the vows that bind me,
And to my heart, in anguish, press'd
The girl I left behind me.
Then to the East we bore away
To win a name in story;
And there, where dawns the sun of day,
There dawn'd our sun of glory!
Both blaz'd in noon on Alma's height,
Where, in the post assigned me,
I shar'd the glory of that fight,
Sweet girl I left behind me.
To win a name in story;
And there, where dawns the sun of day,
There dawn'd our sun of glory!
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Where, in the post assigned me,
I shar'd the glory of that fight,
Sweet girl I left behind me.
Full many a name our banners bore
Of former deeds of daring,
But they were of the days of yore,
In which we had no sharing;
But now, our laurels, freshly won,
With the old ones shall entwin'd be,
Still worthy of our sires, each son,
Sweet girl I left behind me.
Of former deeds of daring,
But they were of the days of yore,
In which we had no sharing;
But now, our laurels, freshly won,
With the old ones shall entwin'd be,
Still worthy of our sires, each son,
Sweet girl I left behind me.
The hope of final victory
Within my bosom burning,
Is mingling with sweet thoughts of thee
And of my fond returning:
But should I ne'er return again,
Still worth thy love thou'lt find me,
Dishonor's breath shall never stain
The name I'll leave behind me!
Within my bosom burning,
Is mingling with sweet thoughts of thee
And of my fond returning:
But should I ne'er return again,
Still worth thy love thou'lt find me,
Dishonor's breath shall never stain
The name I'll leave behind me!
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |