Versos English Anonymous Pauvre Madelon

English poem

Pauvre Madelon

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Could you to battle march away, Are leave me here complaining, I'm sure 'twould break my heart to stay, When you are gone campaigning: Ah! non, non, non, pauvre Madelon Would never quit her rover; Ah! non, non, non, pauvre Madelon Would go with you all the world over.