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Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith	A
There used to live a pretty girl whose name was Mary Smith	A
And though it's many years since last I saw that pretty girl	B
And though I feel I'm sadly worn by Western strife and whirl	B
Still oftentimes I think about the old familiar place	C
Which someway seemed the brighter for Miss Mary's pretty face	C
And in my heart I feel once more revivified the glow	D
I used to feel in those old times when I was Mary's beau	D
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I saw her home from singing school she warbled like a bird	E
A sweeter voice than hers for song or speech I never heard	E
She was soprano in the choir and I a solemn bass	F
And when we unisoned our voices filled that holy place	C
The tenor and the alto never had the slightest chance	G
For Mary's upper register made every heart string dance	G
And as for me I shall not brag and yet I'd have you know	D
I sung a very likely bass when I was Mary's beau	D
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On Friday nights I'd drop around to make my weekly call	H
And though I came to visit her I'd have to see 'em all	H
With Mary's mother sitting here and Mary's father there	I
The conversation never flagged so far as I'm aware	I
Sometimes I'd hold her worsted sometimes we'd play at games	J
Sometimes dissect the apples which we'd named each other's names	J
Oh how I loathed the shrill toned clock that told me when to go	D
'Twas ten o'clock at half past eight when I was Mary's beau	D
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Now there was Luther Baker because he'd come of age	K
And thought himself some pumpkins because he drove the stage	K
He fancied he could cut me out but Mary was my friend	L
Elsewise I'm sure the issue had had a tragic end	L
For Luther Baker was a man I never could abide	M
And when it came to Mary either he or I had died	M
I merely cite this instance incidentally to show	D
That I was quite in earnest when I was Mary's beau	D
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How often now those sights those pleasant sights recur again	N
The little township that was all the world I knew of then	N
The meeting house upon the hill the tavern just beyond	O
Old deacon Packard's general store the sawmill by the pond	O
The village elms I vainly sought to conquer in my quest	P
Of that surpassing trophy the golden oriole's nest	P
And last of all those visions that come back from long ago	D
The pretty face that thrilled my soul when I was Mary's beau	D
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Hush gentle wife there is no need a pang should vex your heart	Q
'T is many years since fate ordained that she and I should part	Q
To each a true maturer love came in good time and yet	R
It brought not with its nobler grace the power to forget	R
And would you fain begrudge me now the sentimental joy	S
That comes of recollections of my sparkings when a boy	S
I warrant me that were your heart put to the rack 't would show	D
That it had predilections when I was Mary's beau	D
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And Mary should these lines of mine seek out your biding place	C
God grant they bring the old sweet smile back to your pretty face	C
God grant they bring you thoughts of me not as I am to day	T
With faltering step and brimming eyes and aspect grimly gray	T
But thoughts that picture me as fair and full of life and glee	U
As we were in the olden times as you shall always be	U
Think of me ever Mary as the boy you used to know	D
When time was fleet and life was sweet and I was Mary's beau	D
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Dear hills of old New England look down with tender eyes	V
Upon one little lonely grave that in your bosom lies	V
For in that cradle sleeps a child who was so fair to see	U
God yearned to have unto Himself the joy she brought to me	U
And bid your winds sing soft and low the song of other days	W
When hand in hand and heart to heart we went our pleasant ways	W
Ah me but could I sing again that song of long ago	D
Instead of this poor idle song of being Mary's beau	D

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