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 seemed bright
And I dreamed that these joys should decay.
Then my heart was as wild as the wild winds that blow
Down the Mardyke through each elm tree
There I sported and played 'neath the green leafy shade
On the banks of my own lovely Lee.
There I sported and played 'neath the green leafy shade
On the banks of my own lovely Lee.