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Rh "Soldier, soldier, come from the wars,

O then I know it's true I've lost my true love!"

"An' I tell you truth again—when you've lost the feel o' pain

You'd best take me for your true love."

True love! New love!

Best take 'im for a new love.

The dead they cannot rise, an' you'd better dry your eyes,

An' you'd best take 'im for your true love.