Laurel

D
I once knew a sweetheart
A7
but now I know none,
D
she´s gone and she´s left
A7
me for others to see,
G
But I´ll soon find another
D
far better than she.

Green grows the laurel
A7
and soft falls the dew
E7 A7
sorry was I, love, parting from you
D
But at our next meeting
G
I hope you´ll prove true,

and we´ll join the green laurel,
D
and the violet so blue.







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