In the rattle of the battle came a whisper soft and low
From a soldier who'd been wounded in the fray
"I am dying, Captin, dying and I pray before I go
You will give your promise ere I pass away"
Do not ask me dear to linger for I know not what to say
When duty calls me to a foreign plain
I hope your heart will not be crying if I'm numbered 'mong the dying
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Yes when the roses bloom again beside the River
And the robin redbreast sings it's sweet refrain
As in days of Old Lang Syne I'll be with you sweetheart mine
I'll be with you when the roses bloom again
Do not ask me dear to linger for I know not what to say