The White Horse Inn - André Rieu, Mirusia Louwerse, Carmen Monarcha

My heart is broken, but what care I?

Such pride inside me has spoken

I shall do my best not to cry, by and by

When the final farewells must be spoken

I’ll join the legion, that’s what I’ll do, and in some far distant region

Where human hearts are staunch and true;

I shall start my life anew

Goodbye, it’s time I sought a foreign clime

Where I may find there are hearts more kind than I leave behind

And so I go to fight the savage foe

Although I know that I’ll be sometimes missed by the girls I’ve kissed

In some Abyssinian, French dominion I shall do my bit

And fall for the flag if I must

Where the desert sand is nice and sandy, I 'll be full of grit

You won’t see my heels for the dust

I’ll do or die, you’ll know the reason why when told

Of bold Leopold’s last stands for the fatherland

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

I wish you all a last «Goodbye»

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

I wish you all a last «Goodbye»