I can faintly remember some of an old ballad...I think it is about a young man going into the army back in the old days.. Can anyone else add any verses to it? I can only remember these two.... Paul The time is growing near, my dear when you and I must part no one can know the inward grief of my poor broken heart . So, give to me your hand my dear and love from every vein and promise me that you'll be true until we meet again . keep the mail comin' to Ole Paul