My soldier boy has crossed the sea To fight the foeman; But he`ll come back to make of me And honest woman. So I am singing all day long, Despite blood-shedding; For though I know he`s done me wrong, We`ll end by wedding. My soldier boy is home again, So bold and scathless; But oh, my heart is numb with pain Because he`s faithless. He`s brought with him a French Mam`selle; They plan a marriage; Maybe I`ll go - no one will know Of my miscarriage. My soldier boy has made his choice, She`ll hold him to it; I tell myself that I rejoice, May he not rue it. But oh, that starry month of May, Love-words wild spoken! I stand alone and make no moan . . . My heart is broken.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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