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Come to me, sweet Marie. Sweet Marie, come to me, Not because your face is fair, love, to see, But your soul so pure and sweet, Makes me falter at your feet, Makes my happiness complete, sweet Marie. (Mrs. Barnes: "That's got a lot of verses. That's the only one I can sing." Dr. Wolf: "Well, that's a pretty song. Go on, talk. It doesn't matter.") |
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All Songs Recorded by John Quincy Wolf, Jr., unless otherwise noted The John Quincy Wolf Folklore Collection Lyon College, Batesville, Arkansas Back to the Song Index Back to the Wolf Collection Homepage ©Copyright 2002 Lyon College |