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 eyes are thrilling; Still, though I bask beneath their smile, Their charms fail to bind me. And my heart goes back to Erin's Isle, To the girl I left behind me.
2. For she's as fair as Shannon's side, | 3. She says: "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'll not come, nor 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.
4. For never shall my truve love brave |