They met while clouds were hanging over Flanders,
A soldier's glance; a war romance;
But now he's leaving her alone in Flanders,
And he softly whispers to his maid of France:
"Don't cry Frenchy, don't cry
When you kiss me good bye,
I will always keep the Fleur de lis, dear,
You gave me, dear,
So dry your eye.
Sometime, Frenchy, sometime.
We'll hear wedding bells chime.
Oh! please don't cry, Frenchy, don't cry, don't cry;
Until we meet again, good bye, good bye."
The peaceful stars will heal the scars of Flanders,
One tiny spark; will light the dark;
For it will bring a message back to Flanders,
Just a word of love to you, my Joan of Arc:
Donaldson, Walter; Lewis, Sam M.; and Young, Joe, "Don't Cry Frenchy" (1919). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 279.
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