So kind:

All so kind?"

 I travel back from the war, madame, So kind: I travel back from the war, madame, So kind: For a glass of wine and a bowl of whey, 'Tis I will sing you a ballad gay, All so kind. 

So kind:

So kind:

All so kind.

 The bold Marine he sips his whey, So kind: He sips and he sings his ballad gay, So kind: But the dame she turns toward the wall, To wipe her tears that fall and fall, All so kind. 

So kind:

So kind:

All so kind.

 What aileth you at my song, madame, So kind? I hope that I sing no wrong, madame, So kind? 

So kind?

So kind?

 Or grieves it you a beggar should dine On a bowl of whey and the good white wine, All so kind? 

All so kind?

 It ails me not at your ballad gay, So kind: It ails me not for the wine and whey, So kind: 

So kind:

So kind:

 But it ails me sore for the voice and eyes Of a good man long in Paradise.— Ah, so kind! 

Ah, so kind!

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