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 seem'd bright Ere I dreamed that those joys should decay. When my heart was as light as the wild winds that blow Down the Mardyke through each elm tree Where I sported and play'd 'neath each green leafy shade On the banks of my own lovely Lee. Where I sported and play'd 'neath each green leafy shade On the banks of my own lovely Lee. And then in the springtime of laughterr and song Can I ever forget the sweet hours? With the friends of my youth as we rambled along 'Mongst the green mossy banks and wild flowers. Then too, when the evening sun's sinking to rest Sheds its golden light over the sea The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed On the banks of my own lovely Lee. The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed On the banks of my own lovely Lee...