Bluebell کے بول

Bluebell, pretty bluebell..... Don't be blue, my pretty bluebell don't you fret, although you know that we must part. Don't be blue, my pretty bluebell you will always be the flower of my heart. Of my heart... Of my heart.... And all the way to Alberquerkee I'll be feeling mighty perky knowing that I've got a gal so true. And if you save up all your kisses I will change your name to missus on the day that I come back to you. Oh wait for me, me pretty bluebell wait for me, although you know that we must part. Wedding bells, my pretty bluebell will be ringing for the flower of my heart. Of my heart. Of my heart.