The sound of the bugle is calling.
Fare thee well, Fare thee well,
The soldiers in line are afalling,
Fare thee well, Fare thee well
“There’s a rose in your hair sweet maiden
And its fragrance rare floats on the air,
But the rose from your cheek is fading
Hark! I can hear the trumpets blare.
“Good-bye little girl good-bye,
Good-bye little girl good-bye,
Just let me wear this rose so fair,
For I’m marching away to be a soldier.
Don’t cry little girl, don’t cry
Bye and bye little girl, bye and bye,
In any uniform of blue I’ll come marching back to you,
Good-bye little girl good-bye.”
From afar comes the sound of a battle.
Bugles call soldiers fall,
On the ground mid the roar and the rattle,
Lies a boy, Soldier boy
“There’s a rose in my breast my comrade I could hear him say mid the battles fray,
If they spare you to see my darling
Will you take it back to her and say.
Cobb and Edwards, "Good-bye Little Girl Good-bye" (1904). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1374.
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