American Old Time Song Lyrics: 19 Marguerite
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 19
MARGUERITE.
Copyright, 1883, by White, Smith & Co.
Marguerite! Marguerite! my star of hope,
I dread the day you'll forget me, Marguerite!
And still I know it soon will come,
The festive dance, the rich, the gay,
So different from our home, Marguerite!
I would not chide thee,
Chide thee, Marguerite!
Nor mar one joy of thine so sweet;
But, oh! I dread that weary day
You'll me forget, Marguerite!
But, oh! I dread that weary day
You'll me forget, Marguerite!
I wander'd down by the little babbling brook,
Its ev'ry ripple speaks of thee;
The roses, too, they droop their heads,
In sympathy with me, Marguerite!
If this bright world, it were all of mine to give,
I'd proudly lay it at thy feet;
But, oh! the thought you'll not be mine
Will break my heart, Marguerite!
But, oh! the thought you'll not be mine
Will break my heart, Marguerite!