| They stood in the moonlight nearby the gate
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| Goodbye, my darling, I know you’ll wait
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| She ceased weeping and smiled through 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 never be, love, but for you
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| Oh, darling, believe me, far over the sea
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| Through life or death, still faithful I’ll be
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| One year passed 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 shining eye
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| Shining with welcome, a glad surprise
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| A dainty 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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| The 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 arrives, alas, 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 nearby, still holding fast
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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 |