Darling belle
papa would take me to the park to see the swan
by hansom cab trotting so hig
holding his hand to see the swan
hissing louder than rustling dresses of gracious ladies bustling b
see swan ships come sailing i
white as the clouds on a windy da
James I suppose would be in schoo
James I suppose would be in schoo
I was I was learning to spel
laughing at loud smell
avoiding the rod of the codfaced maste
was it your absence made me quiet at noo
playing british bulldogs on the grave
was it your presence coloured my drea
I burrowed in cupboards like a mole all saturda
under old chairs and old ladies knee
I framed your half remembered fac
with frail white embroiderie
calling for you down the mousey garde
calling for you down the mousey garde
o did you meet him at the bal
eighteen years o
tall soldier now and you full grow
Belle did you meet him at the bal
o do you remember m
thin girl with cold hand
you in your scarlet and you knew my nam
step to the veranda under the wisteri
in the mysterious novembe
dancing as if with death or fat
to the moon black ballroo
of the silk skinned lak
kissing me you lifted my skir
under the willow tree
keep the home fires burnin
though your heart is yearnin
though the boys are far awa
they dream of hom
there's a silver linin
in the dark clouds shinin
turn that lining inside ou
till the boys come hom
o did I see you march to the trai
did I cry was my nose re
my two day bride can you feel me in your memor
I will be the redness in your iron fir
how could i writ
my words would seem sad or ga
we regret to inform yo
we regret to inform yo
meet me by gaslight in the dark daw
on waterloo bridge we will walk arm in ar
hearing the leaves fall with whisper into the foggy de
when we are dea
when we are dea
now she sits in her brother's window's hous
skin like a lizard aura like a daffodi
migrant guest from relative to inla
she stares into the embers and remember
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