| They were strolling in the gloaming
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| Where the roses were in bloom
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| A soldier and his sweetheart brave and true
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| And their hearts were filled with sorrow
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| For their thoughts were of tomorrow
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| As she pinned a rose upon his coat of blue
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| Do not ask me, love, to linger
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| For you know not what to say
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| For duty calls your sweetheart’s name again
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| And your heart need not be sighing
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| If I be 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 mockingbird has sung his sweet refrain
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| In the days of auld lang syne
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| 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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| With the rattle of the battle
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| Came a whisper soft and low
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| A soldier who had fallen in the fray
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| I am dying, I am dying
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| And I know I have to go But I want to tell you before I pass away
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| There’s a far and distant river
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| Where the roses are in bloom
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| A sweetheart who is waiting there for me And it’s there I pray you take me
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| I’ve been faithful, don’t forsake me
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| I’ll be with her when the roses bloom again |