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THE ROUGH RIDER TO HIS GIRL, by                    
First Line: "I am lying in my tent, sweet marie"
Last Line: Ta-ra-ra-ra boom de-ay! Hully gee!
Subject(s): Farewell;love; Parting


I AM lying in my tent, Sweet Marie,
And my soul with rage is pent — up in G;
For I know almighty well you have caught another fel,
And your thoughts no longer dwell, love, with me.

When we kissed a last good-by — tearfully —
You but worked a girlish guy off on me.
O you sweet, bewitching jade, what a clever game you played,
For your tears were ready made, Sweet Marie.

When I donned the soldier blue, Sweet Marie,
Like a picnic woodtick you stuck to me;
And the smile you used to wear was as full of gleaming glare
As a sunbeam on a tear, Sweet Marie.

How your cunning head you'd lay — lovingly —
On my bosom, while you'd say things to me;
There you'd rest in loving pose, right beneath my very nose,
Swiping buttons from my clothes, Sweet Marie.

To the Cuban isle I go, Sweet Marie,
Where the tropic sun will glow over me;
And I'll wander through the dells with the dusky Cuban belles,
Who are dressed in beads and shells, scantily.

There your face I'll soon forget, Sweet Marie —
I'll be frisky, you can bet, as a flea —
I'll be giddy, I'll be gay, I will sing the hours away —
Ta-ra-ra-ra boom de-ay! Hully Gee!





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