Oh my lady, sweet love of mine,
Forget me not, while I'm away,
Across the blue, slowly rolling ocean,
I will return to you someday.
Through the dark and dreary night,
I dreamed I held you here beside me,
When I awoke I heard behind me,
The sound of guns and distant drums.
Forget me not,
I feel so 'lone, lost and lonesome,
Like a child,
Maybe I just need,
To see somebody smile.
Are you thinking, of all the times,
When we were running all through the greenfields,
My eyes are closed, still I see the greenfields,
They seem to sing, they seem to sing.
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