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If ever I get off of the trail and the Indians, they don't find me I'll make my way straight back again, to the girl I left behind me. Oh, that girl, that purdy little girl, the girl I left behind me With rosy cheeks and curly hair, the girl I left behind me. I'm lonesome since I crossed the hill and o'er the moorland sedgy. Such heavy thoughts my heart do fill, since parting with my Betsey. I seek for one as fair and gay, but find none to remind me. How sweet the hours I passed away with the girl I left behind me. O ne'er shall I forget the night, the stars were bright above me And gently lent their silv'ry light when first she vowed to love me But now I'm bound to Brighton camp kind heaven then pray guide me And send me safely back again, to the girl I left behind me Her golden hair in ringlets fair, her eyes like diamonds shining Her slender waist, her heavenly face, that leaves my heart still pining Ye gods above oh hear my prayer to my beauteous fair to find me And send me safely back again, to the girl I left behind me The bee shall honey taste no more, the dove become a ranger The falling waters cease to roar, ere I shall seek to change her The vows we made to heav'n above shall ever cheer and bind me In constancy to her I love, the girl I left behind me. From Letras Mania