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I'm lonesome since I crossed the hill,
And o'er the moor and valley.
Such grievous thoughts my heart do fill,
Since parting with my Sally.
I seek no more the fine nor gay,
For each does but remind me,
How swift the hours did pass away,
With the girl I left behind me.
Oh, ne'er shall I forget the night,
The stars were bright above me,
And gently lent their silvery light,
When first she vowed to love me.
But now I'm bound for Brighton Camp,
Kind Heaven, then, pray guide me,
And send me safely back again,
To the girl I left behind me.
Had I the art to sing her praise
With all the skill of Homer,
The only theme should fill my lays -
The charms of my true lover.
So let the night be e'er so dark,
Or e'er so wet and windy
Kind heaven send me back again
To the girl I've left behind me.
Her golden hair, in ringlets fair,
Her eyes like diamonds shining,
Her slender waist, with carriage chaste,
May leave the swan repining.
Ye gods above! oh, hear my prayer,
To my beauteous fair to bind me,
And send me safely back again
To the girl I've left behind me.
The bee shall honey taste no more,
The dove become a ranger,
The falling waves may cease to roar,
Ere I shall seek to change her.
The vows we register'd above
Shall ever cheer and bind me
In constancy to her I love, -
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