As we know there are many variations of lyric for "The Girl I Left Behind Me." This one below rolls off the tongue better than most, and for our purposes is represented as the one "Vets Who Wore the Blue" sang during the war. (It's not the 7th Cav. or the Irish Brigade version but has elements of both). Taken from an "Old Army Songs" pocket songster found at a Michigan Flea Market. It was published less than 20 years post war (1883) - see book photo attached.
The Girl I Left Behind Me
I'm Lonesome since I crossed the hills
And o'er the moor that's sedgy;
With heavy thoughts my mind is filled,
Since I have parted, l'eggy.
Whene'er I turn to view the place,
The tears doth fall and blind me.
When I think on the charming grace
Of the girl I left behind me.
The hours I remember well,
When next to see doth move me,
The burning flames my heart doth tell
Since first she owned she loved me.
In search of someone fair and gay,
Several doth remind me;
I know my darling loves me well,
Though I left her far behind me.
The bees shall lavish, make no store,
And dove becomes a ranger;
The fallen water cease to roar,
Before I'll ever change her.
Each mutual promise faithfully made
By her whom tears doth blind me,
And bless the hour ' pass away
With the girl I left behind me.
My mind her image full retains,
Whether asleep or waking;
I hope to see my jewel again,
For her my heart is breaking.
But if ever I chance to go that way,
And that she has not resigned me,
I'll reconcile my mind and stay
With the girl I left behind me.
- Dan Wykes
The Girl I Left Behind Me
I'm Lonesome since I crossed the hills
And o'er the moor that's sedgy;
With heavy thoughts my mind is filled,
Since I have parted, l'eggy.
Whene'er I turn to view the place,
The tears doth fall and blind me.
When I think on the charming grace
Of the girl I left behind me.
The hours I remember well,
When next to see doth move me,
The burning flames my heart doth tell
Since first she owned she loved me.
In search of someone fair and gay,
Several doth remind me;
I know my darling loves me well,
Though I left her far behind me.
The bees shall lavish, make no store,
And dove becomes a ranger;
The fallen water cease to roar,
Before I'll ever change her.
Each mutual promise faithfully made
By her whom tears doth blind me,
And bless the hour ' pass away
With the girl I left behind me.
My mind her image full retains,
Whether asleep or waking;
I hope to see my jewel again,
For her my heart is breaking.
But if ever I chance to go that way,
And that she has not resigned me,
I'll reconcile my mind and stay
With the girl I left behind me.
- Dan Wykes
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