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 'Tis true that he had lured her

From the isle where I was born,

'Tis true he had insured her

To the cold world’s cruel scorn;

But yet she never blamed him

For the anguish she had known,

And though she seldom named him,

Yet she thought of him alone.

She sighed when he caressed her,

For she knew that they must part;

She spoke not when he pressed her

To his young and panting heart—

The banners waved around her;

And she heard the bugle’s sound...

They passed...and strangers found her

Cold and lifeless on the ground

Charlie is my darling.

My darling, my darling,

O! Charlie is my darling,

The young Chevalier,

Twas on a Monday morning,

right early in the year

When Charlie came to our town,

the young Chevalier,