'Twas on a fine evening I never will forget A charming young lady I first met Her hair hone like gold, she gave my heart a thrill She was walking alone down San Juan Hill Every evening when I go home to bed The thoughts of you darling run through my head With a sobbing and a sighing as I turn myself around When I think of you, the tears they do run down A travler's life it ain't a merry life They rob the young women of their heart's delight And leave them behind far to weep and to mourn And never know when they will return The willow tree will twist, the willow tree will twine I wish I was with that love of mine So it's pass around the bottle boys and never mind the scores Give to me the girl I love, I'll never ask for more I'm leaving this country a-traveling I must go My love for you is like a blooming rose