VERSE 1
My pretty little pink I once't did think
That you and I would marry
Now, I've lost all hope of that
I have no time to tarry
VERSE 2
I'll take my knapsack, on my back
My rifle on my shoulder
I'll march away t' the ole Rio Grande
There I'll be a soldier
VERSE 3
There, coffee grows on tall oak trees
An' th river's flowin' brandy
Th rocks an' hills are coverd with gold
Th girls are sweeter than candy
VERSE 4
Now, th war's all over an' we'll turn back
T' th place where we first started
So, open th ring an' choose another
To relieve th broken hearted
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Randolph: III-519 We're Marching Down to Old Quebec
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