Good-By, Little Girl, Good-By

Good-By, Little Girl, Good-By
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The sound of the bugle is calling call
Fare thee weil, fare thee wall
The soldiers in line are a-falitak
Fare thee well, fare thee well
There’s a rose in your hair, sweet malden,
And its fragrance floats on the air,
But the rose from your cheek is fading
Hark, I can hear the trumpets blare

Chorus:
AGAIN
Good-by, little girl, good-by
Good-by, little girl, good-by
Just let me wear that rose so fair
For I’m marching away to be a soldier:
Don’t cry, little girl, don’t cry,
By and by, little girl, by and by
In my uniform of blue
I’ll come marching back to you,
Good-by, little giri, good-by

From afar comes the sound of the battle
Bugles call, soldiers fall
On the ground mid the roar and the rattle
Lies a boy, soldier boy boy *
“There’s a rose in my breast, my comrade”
I could hear him say, ‘mid the battle’s fray
“If they spare you to see my darling
Will you take it back to her and say”