Marguerite - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
MARGUERITE. Copyright, 1883, by White, Smith & Co. 
Marguerite! Marguerite! my star of hope, I dread the day you'll forget me, Marguerite! And still I know it soon will come, The festive dance, the rich, the gay, So different from our home, Marguerite! I would not chide thee, Chide thee, Marguerite! Nor mar one joy of thine so sweet; But, oh! I dread that weary day You'll me forget, Marguerite! But, oh! I dread that weary day You'll me forget, Marguerite! 
I wander'd down by the little babbling brook, Its ev'ry ripple speaks of thee; The roses, too, they droop their heads, In sympathy with me, Marguerite! If this bright world, it were all of mine to give, I'd proudly lay it at thy feet; But, oh! the thought you'll not be mine Will break my heart, Marguerite! But, oh! the thought you'll not be mine Will break my heart, Marguerite!