| They stood in the moonlight beside the gate
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| Goodbye my darling I know you’ll wait
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| He sees her weeping and smile through her tears
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| Saying I’ve been true love through these long years
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| For on tomorrow at the break of day
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| He was to journey far far away
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| He held her closer his promised bride
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| And to her questions these words replied
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| I’ve loved you always yes I’ve been true
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| My heart shall ever beloved for you
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| O darling believe me far over the sea
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| Through life or death so faithful I’ll be One year past by he’s coming home
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| His pilgrimage over no longer to roam
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| And smiling he thinks of her shinning eyes
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| Shinning with welcoming glad surprise
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| A dandy letter he takes from his breast
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| To which his extended lips were pressed
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| And reading once more by the warming light
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| These words he had spoken to her that night
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| Once more he seeks the old garden gate
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| But he rides a land alas it’s too late
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| The wedding is over the knot is tied
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| He finds his darling another’s bride
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| And later they found him there on the grass
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| A pistol near by tells what had passed
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| A crop of letters that explained the deed
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| And in the pale moonlight these words did read |