Henry W. Armstrong

“ For I know they miss you too, Nellie Dean.
CHORUS:
There's an old mill by the stream, Nellie Dean,
Where we used to sit and dream, Nellie Dean.
And the waters as they flow
Seem to murmur sweet and low,
You're my heart's desire; I love you, Nellie Dean.
I recall the day we parted, Nellie Dean;
How you trembled broken-hearted, Nellie Dean.
And you pinned a rose of red
On my coat of blue and said
That a soldier boy you'd wed, Nellie Dean.
All the world seems sad and lonely, Nellie Dean;
For I love you and you only, Nellie Dean. ”