From the Rock Island Argus, March 28, 1914. By Henry Howland.
Kindly send my letters back,
Sweet Marie;
You possess a lofty stack
Penned by me;
Since our dream of love is o’er
You’ll not need them any more—
Send them quickly, I implore,
Sweet Marie.
You have filled me with dismay,
Sweet Marie;
There are other fish, you say,
In the sea;
You have made my future black;
All my hopes are dead, alack!
But please send my letters back,
Sweet Marie.
All my days I’ll mourn for you,
Sweet Marie;
Ever fond and ever true
I shall be;
When my passion was intense
I wrote letters lacking sense—
Send them back at my expense,
Sweet Marie.
Do not tell me they are burned,
Sweet Marie;
Let them safely be returned
Speedily;
Send this with them, please my dear;
On the day that they appear
I will do the burning here,
Sweet Marie.
Listen to my plaintive wail,
Sweet Marie;
Send them by the fastest mail
Back to me;
Let my plea be not in vain;
Place them in my hands again,
And to me you shall remain
Sweet Marie.