How oft do my thoughts in their fancy take flight

To the home of my childhood away

To the days when each patriot's vision seem'd bright

Ere I dreamed that those joys should decay.



When my heart was as light as the wild winds that blow

Down the Mardyke through each elm tree

Where I sported and play'd 'neath each green leafy shade

On the banks of my own lovely Lee.



Where I sported and play'd 'neath each green leafy shade

On the banks of my own lovely Lee.



And then in the springtime of laughterr and song

Can I ever forget the sweet hours?

With the friends of my youth as we rambled along

'Mongst the green mossy banks and wild flowers.



Then too, when the evening sun's sinking to rest

Sheds its golden light over the sea

The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed

On the banks of my own lovely Lee.



The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed

On the banks of my own lovely Lee...