The Marble Arch - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE MARBLE ARCH. 
"While strolling near the Marble Arch, One evening in July, A maiden fair, with golden hair, Came tripping lightly by; The lustre of her diamond eye, Shone o'er me like a torch. And in a whisper softly said, Is this the Marble Arch? 
Chorus. While around her splendid form, I drew the magic circle, I press'd her, carress'd her, My brain was in a whirl-Yet around her splendid form, I drew the magic circle, I kissed her and I called her A very pretty girl. 
I led her to a shady spot, Beneath a spreading tree, And taking her by the lily hand, Fell on my bended knee; Behold, I cried-Arise, says she-And before I'd time to speak, She inflicted one sharp burning smack Upon my blooming cheek.'-Chorus. 
Good night, the said, in accents low, Then gently squeezed my hand. My knees began to knock and shake, For I could hardly stand; We'll meet again to-morrow night, And then prepare to march-Oh, where, says I-she then replied, Beneath the Marble Arch.-Chorus. 
But ever since that very night, I've never seen my queen, But I've heard say, she ran away. With a great fat Horse Marine; A ring I'll give her when we meet, But not as you suppose, I'll never put it on her hand, But stick it through her nose. - Chorus.