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And yet I’m sure within her heart she loved us best of all.
For one night in the Purple Pig, upon the rue Saint-Jacques,
We laughed and quaffed… a limousine came swishing to the door;
Then Raymond Jolicœur cried out: “It’s Queen Marie come back,
In satin clad to make us glad, and witch our hearts once more.”
But no, her face was strangely sad, and at the evening’s end:
“Dear lads,” she said; “I love you all, and when I’m far away,
Remember, oh, remember, little Marie is your friend,
And though the world may lie between, I’m coming back some day.”
And so she went, and many a boy who’s fought his way to Fame,
Can look back on the struggle of his garret days and bless
The loyal heart, the tender hand, the Providence that came
To him and all in hour of need, in sickness and distress.
Time passed away. She won their hearts in London, Moscow, Rome;
They worshiped her in Argentine, adored her in Brazil;