Underneath the lamplight By the barrack gate Darling I remember The way you used to tenderly That you loved me And would always be My lamplight My lene Orders came for sailing Somewhere over there All confined to barracks Was more than I could in the street, I could hear your feet But could not meet My lamplight My lene Resting in a billet Just behind the line, Even though we're parted Your lips are close to softly gleams Your sweet face seems To haunt my dreams My lamplight My lene My Marlene My lene