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No. 26 - Extra Song - Geoffrey - "My Own Little Girl."
| Geoffrey: | Dear little maid, I can recall her clearly; Sweet was her smile, and tender was her glance. Where has she strayed? For oh! I love her dearly. After a while once more we'll meet perchance; Fate may bestow such joys on us together, As we have known in days that used to be. Days long ago when, roaming o'er the heather, She, she alone, was all the world to me. For I loved her then, and I love her still, And I'm hoping yet, as in days long past, Come joy or sorrow, come good or ill, I may call her my own little girl at last! I love her still, And I'm hoping yet, as in days long past, Come joy or sorrow, come good or ill, I may call her my own little girl at last! |
| When far apart from her I had to wander, Sad did it seem to one who loved so well. Still in my heart I kept on growing fonder; Still I would dream, and future joys foretell. And, after all, my faith was never broken; Why should I fear or wonder at my choice? Oft I recall some word that she has spoken, Longing to hear the music of her voice. For I loved her then, and I love her still, And I'm hoping yet, as in days long past, Come joy or sorrow, come good or ill, I may call her my own little girl at last! |
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| Marjorie: | He loved me then and he loves me still, |
| Both: | And he's/I'm hoping yet as in days long past, Come joy or sorrow |
| Geoffrey: | I may call her my own little girl at last! |
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Page modified 10 November 2016