Banks Of My Own Lovely Lee

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.