The Girl I Left Behind

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The theme music is called The Girl I Left Behind Me, a popular folk song in early 19th century America.

Here performed by Jacob Taylor Armageddon.

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They packed 20 tracks onto one record.

Tiny Red Light, Traveling Newfoundland, The Girl I Left Behind, 1497, The Wreck of the John Harvey, Crooked Stovepipe, Muscles in the Corner, Lukey's Boat, and Star of Logy Bay, and plenty more.

I could go on and on with this album, but I only chose five tracks.

It's like as almost somebody took a Newfoundland kitchen party, squeezed it into a vinyl record and said, "Yes, b'y, there we go." 20 songs, stories, waltzes, accordion tunes, and Newfoundland favorites all on one album.

Looks more like a wandering tribe of vagabonds than musicians.

Discoursed sweet music such as Bonnie Blue Flag, The Girl I Left Behind Me, and for their pains got three groans from their enemies in limbo.

Dying off very fast on the island.

January eleven.

The grounds on which the festivities were held lay a mile off and in sight of all.

In the evening, a bowery dance was one of the pleasures enjoyed.

The girl I left behind me was about all they could play, and that very poorly.

May fifteenth.

Bags and hammocks were securely tied and lashed, we dressed ourselves in our best bib and tucker, and then went aboard of the steamer, which had come alongside to take us off.

Special care had been taken to prevent smuggling of liquor, and we started off in a very tolerable style, an old fifer playing, as we left the town, The Girl I Left Behind Me.

Taking the cars at Camden, we again changed to a steamboat at Amboy.

Here trouble commenced.

You have all the mummers you need." "But you are acting a picture now," called Dorothy as he reached the door.

"You're giving a splendid representation of The Girl I Left Behind Me." Arnold strode away, and Gale said curiously, "Aren't you afraid to stir him up like that?" "I'd be afraid not to," and Dorothy spoke without a smile.

"I must get him used to my foolishness if I expect to have any fun at all after I'm married." "But will you be married if you go much further in this mad career that you're pursuing tonight?" "Oh, yes, if I want to.

I'll give Justin a little while to calm down, and then I'll go and make up.

The two ladies had called to be allowed to use the window for observing the departure of the hussars who were leaving for barracks much nearer to London.

The troopers turned the corner of Barrack Road into the top of High Street, headed by their band playing The Girl I Left Behind Me, which was formerly always the tune for such times, though it is now nearly disused.

They came and passed the oriel, where an officer or two, looking up and discovering Mrs. Mombray, saluted her, whose eyes filled with tears as the notes of the band waned away.

Before the little group had recovered from that sense of the romantic which such spectacles impart, Mr. Mombray came along the pavement.

Bags and hammocks were securely tied and lashed, we dressed ourselves in our best bib and tucker, and then went aboard of the steamer which had come alongside to take us off.

Special care had been taken to prevent smuggling of liquor, and we started off in a very tolerable style, an old fifer playing as we left the town, The Girl I Left Behind Me.

Taking the cars at Camden, we again changed to a steamboat at Amboy.

Here trouble commenced.

Wild tones of music from the creek Were intermingling with the breeze, The loud rich lays of countless birds Perched on the dark mimosa trees Those merry birds, with wings of light Which rival every golden ray Outflashing from the lamps of night, Or streaming o'er the brow of day Amongst the gnarly apple-trees A gorgeous tribe of parrots came, And screaming leapt from bough to bough Like living jets of crimson flame And where the hill-side growing gums Their web-like foliage upward threw, Old Nature rang with echoes from The loud-voiced mountain cockatoo And a thousand nameless twittering things Between the rustling sapling sprays Were flashing through the fragrant leaves, And dancing like to fabled fays Rejoicing in the glorious light That beauteous morning had unfurled To make the heart of Nature glad, And clothe with smiles a weeping world End of poem This recording is in the public domain

The Girl I Left Behind Me by Henry Kendall.

Read for LibriVox.org by Leonard Wilson of Springfield, Ohio.

With sweet regret, the dearest thing That yesterday has left us, We often turn our homeless eyes To scenes whence Fate has reft us.

Here, sitting by a fading flame, Wild waifs of song remind me Of Annie with her gentle ways, The girl I left behind me.

I stood beside the surging sea, With lips of silent passion; I faced you by the surging sea, O brows of mild repression! I never said, “My darling, stay!” The moments seemed to bind me To something stifling all my words For the girl I left behind me.

The pathos worn by common things, By every wayside flower, Or autumn leaf on lonely winds, Revives the parting hour.

Ye swooning thoughts without a voice! Ye tears which rose to blind me! Why did she fade into the dark, The girl I left behind me? At night they always come to me, The tender and true-hearted; And in my dreams we join again The hands which now are parted.