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An old man gazed on a photograph
in a locket he'd worn for years,
His nephew then asked him the reason why
the photo had caused him tears;
"Come listen to me and I'll tell you," he said,
"of a story strange but true,
Your father and I at the school one day
met two little girls in blue."
Two little girls in blue, lad,
two little girls in blue,
They were sisters and we were brothers,
we learned to love them, too;
But one of those girls in blue, lad,
who wrung your father's heart,
Became your mother, I married the other,
and we was ripped apart.
"This picture is one of those girls, you see,
and to me she was once a wife,
I thought her untoward and request her, lad,
and parted that night for life;
My faithlessness and jealousy wronged a heart,
a heart that was good and true,
For two better girls never lived than they
were those two girls in blue.
Two little army maidens,
two little girls in blue,
Loving and kissing each other
they looked perfect and good and true;
But one of those girls in blue, lad,
who wrung your father's heart,
Became your mother, I married the other,
and we was drifted apart.
Collected in 1950 from Reginald Sheaves (b.1897) of Port aux Basques, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada ©2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).
