| In the rattle of the battle, came a whisper soft and low
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| From a soldier who’d been wounded in the fray
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| «I am dying, Captain, dying and I pray before I go
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| You will give your promise here I pass away»
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| Do not ask me dear to linger, for I know not what to say
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| When duty calls, just sweetheart’s name in vain
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| I hope your heart will not be crying, if I’m not among the dying
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| I’ll be with you when the roses bloom again
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| Yes, when the roses bloom again, beside the river
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| And the Robin Redbreast sings it’s sweet refrain
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| As in days of Old Lang Syne, I’ll be with you sweetheart mine
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| I’ll be with you when the roses bloom again
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| Do not ask me dear to linger, for I know not what to say
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| When duty calls, just sweetheart’s name in vain
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| I hope your heart will not be crying if I not among the dying
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| I’ll be with you when the roses bloom again
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| When the roses bloom again beside the river
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| And the Robin Redbreast sings it’s sweet refrain
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| As in days of Old Lang Syne, I’ll be with you sweetheart mine
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| I’ll be with you when the roses bloom again |