Lyrics by Anonymous
I struck the trail in seventy-two
The herd strung out behind me
As I jogged along my mind ran back
To the girl I left behind me
The sweet little girl, the pretty little girl
The girl I left behind me
As I jogged along my mind ran back
To the girl I left behind me
The wind did blow, the rain did flow
The hail did fall and blind me
I thought of the girl, the sweet little girl
The girl I’d left behind me
The sweet little girl, the pretty little girl
The girl I left behind me
I thought of the girl, the sweet little girl
The girl I’d left behind me!
She wrote ahead to the place I said
A letter to remind me
She says “I am true, when you get through
Ride back and you will find me”
The sweet little girl, the pretty little girl
The girl I left behind me
She says “I am true, when you get through
Ride back and you will find me”
If I ever get off the trail
And the Indians they don’t find me
I’ll make my way straight back again
To the girl I left behind me
The sweet little girl, the pretty little girl
The girl I left behind me
I’ll make my way straight back again
To the girl I left behind me
From On the Banks of Plum Creek
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