SEND BACK MY BARNEY TO ME
 
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He is gone and I'm now sad and lonely,
He has left me to cross the wide sea,
But I know that he thinks of me only,
And will soon be returning to me.

    His eyes they were fill'd with devotion
    As my husband he said he'd soon be
    Then blow gently ye winds of the ocean
    And send back my Barney to me.

If at night as I rest on my pillow,
The wind heaves a moan and a sigh,
I think of each angry billow,
And watch ev'ry cloud o'er the sky.

    My bosom it fills with emotion,
    As I pray for one over the sea,
    Then blow gently ye winds of the ocean
    And send back my Barney to me.

He has left me his fortune to better,
I know that he went for my sake,
Soon I'll be receiving a letter,
If not sure my poor heart will break.

    To say that he'll soon be returning,
    To his dear native Ireland and me,
    The blow gently ye winds of the ocean
    And send back my Barney to me.
 
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 Written, composed and performed by Harry Clifton (1824-1872)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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