{title: The Girl I Left Behind Me}
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​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 all fail to bind me,
And my heart falls back to Erin's Isle,
To the girl I left behind me!

She's as fair as Shannon's side,
And purer than it's water,
But she refused to be my bride,
Though many a year I sought her,
Yet since to France I sailed away,
Her letters oft remind me,
That I promised never to gain say,
The girl I left behind me!

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 not let me go,
I'll think you have resigned me",
My heart near broke when I answered "No",
To the girl I left behind me!

For never shall my true love brave,
A life of war and toiling,
And never as a skulking slave,
My native land be soiling,
But were it free or to be freed,
The battle close would find me,
To Ireland bound nor message need,
From the girl I left behind me!