In the rattle of the battle came a whisper soft and low From a soldier who’d been wounded in the fray I am dying Captain dying and I pray before I go You will give your promise ere I pass away Do not ask me dear to linger for I know not what to say When duty calls your sweetheart’s name in vain I hope your heart will not be crying if I’m not among the dying I’ll be with you when the roses bloom again Yes when the roses bloom again beside the river And the robin redbreast sings it’s sweet refrain   As in days of Old Lang Syne I’ll be with you sweetheart mine I’ll be with you when the roses bloom again Do not ask me dear to linger for I know not what to say When duty calls your sweetheart’s name in vain I hope your heart will not be crying if I’m not among the dying I’ll be with you when the roses bloom again Yes when the roses bloom again beside the river And the robin redbreast sings it’s sweet refrain   As in days of Old Lang Syne I’ll be with you sweetheart mine I’ll be with you when the roses bloom again