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Why don't the men propose, Mamma? Why don't the men propose?
Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar.
Oh no! we never mention her,-- Her name is never heard; My lips are now forbid to speak That once familiar word.
We met, - 't was in a crowd.
Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.
She wore a wreath of roses The night that first we met. She wore a Wreath.
The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.
Oh pilot, 't is a fearful night! There 's danger on the deep.
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly-branch shone on the old oak wall.
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