The Girl I Left Behind Me

I'm lonesome since I crossed the hill,
And o'er the moor and valley.
Such grievous thoughts my heart do fill,
Since parting with my Sally.
I seek no more the fine nor gay,
For each does but remind me,
How swift the hours did pass away,
With the girl I left behind me.

Oh, ne'er shall I forget the night,
The stars were bright above me,
And gently lent their silvery light,
When first she vowed to love me.
But now I'm bound for Brighton Camp,
Kind Heaven, then, pray guide me,
And send me safely back again,
To the girl I left behind me.

Circa 1790