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How oft do my thoughts in their fan-cy take flight to the home of my childhood a-way

To the days when each pa-tri-ots vision seem'd bright Ere I dream'd that those joys should decay

When my heart was as light as the wild winds that blow down the Mar-dyke through each elm tree,

Where I sport'ed and played 'neath each green leaf-y shade on the banks of my own lovely Lee,

Where I sport'ed and played 'neath each green leaf-y shade on the banks of my own lovely Lee,

And then in the springtime o laughter and song,

Will I ever forget the sweet hours

With the friends of my youth rambled along

Amongst the green mossy banks and wild flowers.

Then too, when the evening sun sinking to rest,

Sheds its golden light over the sea

The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed

On the banks of my lovely Lee,

The maid with her lower the wild daisies pressed

On the banks of my own lovely Lee.