| It was on a summer’s evening when all the world stood still
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| Two lovers rambled down a lane to an old and whirring mill
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| He was leaving on the morrow for a land far far away
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| And as she nestled close to him she heard him softly say
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| «I'll return my little sweetheart, in the Spring
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| And for us those wedding bells will gaily ring
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| And when all the wrongs are righted
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| Our hearts will be united
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| I’ll return my little sweetheart, in the Spring.»
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| On the quay there stands a soldier in uniform so bright
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| He’s waiting for the big troop ship to take him to the fight
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| For the bugles they are blowing and the masts are pointed high
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| And as the cable settled down from below there comes a sigh
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| «I'll return my little sweetheart, in the Spring
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| And for us those wedding bells will gaily ring
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| And when all the wrongs are righted
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| Our hearts will be united
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| I’ll return my little sweetheart, in the Spring.»
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| In a cottage by the fireside sits a maiden young and fair
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| And as the tears roll down her cheeks, the letter she had there |
| And as she read it o’er and o’er it was more than she could bear
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| For e’er the morning dawned on her she was gone for all most fair
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| So they laid in her in a graveyard in the Spring
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| And for her those wedding bells would never ring
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| For among the dead and dying her soldier boy was lying
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| When they laid her in a graveyard in the Spring
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| «I'll return my little sweetheart, in the Spring
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| And for us those wedding bells will gaily ring
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| And when all the wrongs are righted
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| Our hearts will be united
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| I’ll return my little sweetheart, in the Spring.» |