If I Ever Go Back To Baltimore, The City Of Maryland, I Shall Miss Again As I Missed Before A Thousand Things Of The World In Store, The Story Standing In Every Door That Beckons With Every Hand. I Shall Not Know Where The Bonds Were Riven And A Hundred Faiths Set Free, Where A Wandering Cavalier Had Given Her Hundredth Name To The Queen Of Heaven, And Made Oblation Of Feuds Forgiven To Our Lady Of Liberty. I Shall Not Travel The Tracks Of Fame Where The War Was Not To The Strong; When Lee The Last Of The Heroes Came With The Men Of The South And A Flag Like Flame, And Called The Land By Its Lovely Name In The Unforgotten Song. If Ever I Cross The Sea And Stray To The City Of Maryland, I Will Sit On A Stone And Watch Or Pray For A Stranger'S Child That Was There One Day: And The Child Will Never Come Back To Play, And No-One Will Understand.