The Marine - Folk Song

(Poitevin)     The bold Marine comes back from war,             So kind:     The bold Marine comes back from war,             So kind:     With a raggety coat and a worn-out shoe.     "Now, poor Marine, say, whence come you,             All so kind?"     I travel back from the war, madame,             So kind:     I travel back from the war, madame,             So kind:     For a glass of wine and a bowl of whey,     'Tis I will sing you a ballad gay,             All so kind.     The bold Marine he sips his whey,             So kind:     He sips and he sings his ballad gay,             So kind:     But the dame she turns toward the wall,     To wipe her tears that fall and fall,             All so kind.     What aileth you at my song, madame,             So kind?     I hope that I sing no wrong, madame,             So kind?     Or grieves it you a beggar should dine     On a bowl of whey and the good white wine,             All so kind?     It ails me not at your ballad gay,             So kind:     It ails me not for the wine and whey,             So kind:     But it ails me sore for the voice and eyes     Of a good man long in Paradise.--             Ah, so kind!     You have fair children five, madame,             So kind:     You have fair children five, madame,             So kind:     Your good man left you children three;     Whence came these twain for company,             All so kind?     "A letter came from the war, Marine,             So kind:     A letter came from the war, Marine,             So kind:     A while I wept for the good man dead,     But another good man in a while I wed,             All so kind."     The bold Marine he drained his glass,             So kind:     The bold Marine he drained his glass,             So kind.     He said not a word, though the tears they flowed,     But back to his regiment took the road,             All so kind.