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The Song Book
Had I the art to sing her praise With all the skill of Homer, One only theme should fill my laysó 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 swain 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 shall 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, The girl I've left behind me.
My mind her form shall still retain, In sleeping or in waking, Until I see my love again, For whom my heart is breaking. If ever I return that way, And she should not decline me, I evermore will live and stay "With the girl I've left behind me.
Chappell. Tune Brighton Cam/>.