(Poitevin) The Bold Marine Comes Back From War, So Kind: The Bold Marine Comes Back From War, So Kind: With A Raggety Coat And A Worn-Out Shoe. "Now, Poor Marine, Say, Whence Come You, All So Kind?" I Travel Back From The War, Madame, So Kind: I Travel Back From The War, Madame, So Kind: For A Glass Of Wine And A Bowl Of Whey, 'Tis I Will Sing You A Ballad Gay, All So Kind. The Bold Marine He Sips His Whey, So Kind: He Sips And He Sings His Ballad Gay, So Kind: But The Dame She Turns Toward The Wall, To Wipe Her Tears That Fall And Fall, All So Kind. What Aileth You At My Song, Madame, So Kind? I Hope That I Sing No Wrong, Madame, So Kind? Or Grieves It You A Beggar Should Dine On A Bowl Of Whey And The Good White Wine, All So Kind? It Ails Me Not At Your Ballad Gay, So Kind: It Ails Me Not For The Wine And Whey, So Kind: But It Ails Me Sore For The Voice And Eyes Of A Good Man Long In Paradise.-- Ah, So Kind! You Have Fair Children Five, Madame, So Kind: You Have Fair Children Five, Madame, So Kind: Your Good Man Left You Children Three; Whence Came These Twain For Company, All So Kind? "A Letter Came From The War, Marine, So Kind: A Letter Came From The War, Marine, So Kind: A While I Wept For The Good Man Dead, But Another Good Man In A While I Wed, All So Kind." The Bold Marine He Drained His Glass, So Kind: The Bold Marine He Drained His Glass, So Kind. He Said Not A Word, Though The Tears They Flowed, But Back To His Regiment Took The Road, All So Kind.