文本歌词

The dames of France are fond and free
And Flemish lips are willing
And soft the maids of Italy
And Spanish eyes are thrilling
Still, though I bask beneath their smile
Their charms fail to bind me
And my heart falls back to Erin's Isle
To the girl I left behind me
For she's as fair as Shannon's side
And purer than its water
But she refused to be my bride
Though many a year I sought her
Yet, since to France I sailed away
Her letters oft remind me
That I promised never to gain say
The girl I left behind me
She says, 'My own dear love, come home!'
My friends are rich and many
Or else abroad with you I'll roam
A soldier stout as any
If you'll not come, nor let me go
I'll think you have resigned me
My heart nigh broke when I answered,‘No!’
To the girl I left behind me
For never shall my true love brave
A life of war and toiling
And never as a skulking slave
I'll tread my native soil on
But were it free or to be freed
The battle close would find me
To Ireland bound nor message need
From the girl I left behind me