| Once I had a sweetheart
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| A sweetheart brave and true
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| His hair was dark and curly
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| His loving eyes were blue
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| He told me that he loved me
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| And he often proved it so
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| And he often came to see me
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| When the evening sun was low
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| But fate took him away
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| To this awful German war
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| And when he came to say goodbye
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| My heart did overflow
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| He says, «Goodbye, little darling
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| To France I must go»
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| He takes the golden finger ring
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| And he placed it on my hand
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| Said, «Remember me, little darling
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| When I’m in no man’s land»
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| He promised he would write to me
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| That promise he’s kept to
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| And when I read this letter, friend
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| I pray the war is through
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| The second letter I got from him
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| The war was just ahead
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| The third one, wrote by his captain
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| My darling dear was dead
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| I’ll keep all of his letters
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| I’ll keep his gold ring, too
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| And I’ll always live a single life
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| For the soldier who was so true |