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
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