The Girl I Left Behind Me/The Girl I Left Behind Me

by anon

THE GIRL I LEFT BEHIND ME

I Am loneſome ſince I croſs’d the hills,
 and over the moors that tire me,
With heavy thoughts my heart doth fill,
 ſince firſt I parted with Betſey;
In ſearch of ſome one fine and gay,
 ſeveral doth remind me
Of the bleſt hours I paſs’d away,
 though I left her behind me.

The hours I do remember well,
 when recollection takes me,
A pain within my breaſt I feel,
 ſince firſt ſhe own’d to love me
But now I am gone to Brighton camp,
 kind heaven pray now guide me,
And ſend me ſafely home again,
 to the girl I left behind me.

Her golden hair in ringlets fair,
 her eyes like diamonds ſhining,
Her ſlender waiſt and carriage chaſte,
 left me poor ſwain! a piņing;
But let the night be e’er ſo dark,
 or e’er ſo wet or windy,
I will return ſafe back again,
 to the girl I left behind me.

But when I am ſtanding on parade,
 either aſleep or waking,
I long to ſee my love again,
 for her my heart is breaking:
When I think of the vows of love,
 the tears doth fall and blind me,
When I think of the virtuous grace,
of the girl I left behind me.

The falling waters I do ſee,
 the dove become a ranger,
Such heavy thoughts ran in my mind,
 the hour I meant to change her;
Ye Powr’s above protect I pray,
 the cautious fair that binds me,
And ſend me ſafely home again,
 to the girl I left behind me.