While the soldiers in line are afalling,
To the tune of an old soldier song;
Hear a lad to a lassie acalling,
With his comrades amarching along.
“Now you tell me you love me, my darling,
When I’m marching away to the war;
There’s a tear in your eye,
From your heart comes a sigh,
If you only had told me before.
Goodbye, sweet Marie,
Throw a kiss, love, to me;
And your boy in blue will sigh for you,
Cry for you,
Die for you;
I’ll dream, love, of thee,
Only say you’ll dream of me,
And I’ll break the fighting line like you broke this heart of mine,
Good-bye, sweet Marie”
There’s a sound as of soldiers returning,
There’s a cheer borne along on the air;
How your heart, maiden fair’s fondly yearning,
For the boy that you fancy is there.
See, the column of blue is approaching,
But the rose in your cheek blooms no more;
For the lad you lov’d well,
Murmured low as he fell,
“If she only had told me before.”
Cobb, Will D. and Mills, Kerry, "Good-bye Sweet Marie" (1905). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1375.
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