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There was a wealthy farmer lived in a country nearby
He had a lovely daughter on whom one cast an eye
She was so handsome pretty
And indeed so very fair
There was no other girl with whom
This young man could compare
He asked if she was willing
For him to cross o'er the glen
She said no difference it would
Make if he returned again
To him she said she would stay true
'Till death should prove unkind
They kissed shook hands
And parted then he left his girl behind
The girl he left behind
The girl he left behind
The girl he left behind
The girl he left behind
The girl he left behind
The girl he left behind
The girl he left behind
The girl he left behind
He travelled to the city
Through the rainy weather sleet and snow
Everyone so friendly picked him up when he was low
Work and money proved plentiful
And girls they proved so kind
But the only object of his mind
Was the girl he left behind
The girl he left behind
The girl he left behind
The girl he left behind
The girl he left behind
The girl he left behind
The girl he left behind
The girl he left behind
The girl he left behind
As he was hanging round one day down
At the public square
The mail coach had arrived
And so he met the mail boy there
A letter clear addressed to him
That helped him understand
That the girl he left in
Morayshire had married another man
Come all you rambling gambling boys
And listen to this yarn
For no good comes of gambling gold it
May well bring ye harm
If ere you court a young fair maid
Just marry her while ye can
For if ere you cross
O'er the glen she'll marry another man
The girl he left behind
The girl he left behind
The girl he left behind
The girl he left behind
The girl he left behind
The girl he left behind
The girl he left behind
The girl he left behind
The Girl He Left Behind - Iona Leigh