The Girl That Married Another Man

Oh, it's easy come and it's easy go
With most of the little girls I know,—
Haul away, my bullies;
And when you come, and when you part,
They never take it deep to heart,—
Haul away, my bullies.
Oh, there was Martha, at Liverpool,
She never heard of the Golden Rule,—
Haul away, my bullies;
And there was Gulla, the Temple Girl,
And Minnie, and Marie, and Pearl,—
Haul away, my bullies,
In Rotterdam, Marseilles, Orleans,—
And each of 'em taught me what love means;
Haul away, my bullies …
But there is a girl that stands apart,
I can never get her out of my heart,—
Haul away, my bullies;
O H, I TRY TO FORGET, BUT I NEVER CAN ,
T HE GIRL THAT MARRIED ANOTHER MAN —
Haul away, my bullies!
Translation: 
Language: 
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.