Blue Hall.

Blue Hall.
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Blue Bell, the dawn is waking.
Sweetheart, you must not sigh
Blue Bell, my heart is breaking.
I’ve come to say good-by.
Hear how the bugle’s calling.
Calling to each brave heart
Sweetheart, your tears are falling.
Blue Bell, we two must part.

Charue-
Good-by my Blue Bull, farewell to you,
One last fond look into those eyes so blue:
Mid camp fires gleaming, mild shot and shell
I will be dreaming of my own Blue Bell.

Hiue Bell, they are returning
Each greets a sweetheart true.
Blue Boil, your heart is yearning.
Never & one greets you.
Sadly they tell the story
Tell how he fought und fell:
No thought of fame or glory,
Only of his Blue Bell.
Chorus.