Linda’s gone to Baltimore.
Copied by permission of Firth, Pond & Co., 547 Broadway, N. Y., publishers of the music.
Oh, Linda’s gone to Baltimore,
To stay a week or two,
And till she comes safe home again,
I don’t know what to do.
I take the banjo on my knee,
But can not hear to play,
For music only makes me sad,
When Linda’s gone away,
When Linda’s gone away.
CHORUS.
Oh, my heart am very lonely
All the night and day,
For every thing seems sad and drear,
When Linda’s gone away.
I think of all the olden times
We’ve had when she was here,
I did not know ’till she was gone,
That she was half so dear.
The flowers are blooming all around
And all but me are gay,
For all the time I think or dream
Of Linda far away.
Chorus.—Oh, my heart am very lonely, &c.
Though many years have pass’d and gone
Since we were in our prime,
I loved her more as on we roam’d
Adown the Vale of Time!
How very much she thinks of me,
I should not dare to say;
But oh, it always breaks my heart
When Linda’s gone away.
Chorus.—Oh, my heart am very lonely, &c.