VERSE 1 My pretty little pink I once’t did think That you and I would marry Now, I’ve lost all hope of that I have no time to tarry 
VERSE 2 I’ll take my knapsack, on my back My rifle on my shoulder I’ll march away t’ the ole Rio Grande There I’ll be a soldier 
VERSE 3 There, coffee grows on tall oak trees An’ the river’s flowin’ brandy The rocks an’ hills are covered with gold The girls are sweeter than candy 
VERSE 4 Now, the war’s all over an’ we’ll turn back T’ the place where we first started So, open the ring an’ choose another To relieve the broken hearted 
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