| Blue Bell, the dawn is waking; Sweetheart, you must not sigh, Blue Bell, my heart is breaking, I've come to say good-bye; Hear how the bugle's calling, Calling to each brave heart, Sweetheart, your tears are falling; Blue Bell, we two must part. Good-bye, my Blue Bell, farewell to you, One last fond look into your eyes so blue, 'Mid camp fires gleaming, 'mid shot and shell, I will be dreaming of my own Blue Bell. |
