From misty, sea-salt Narragansett,

From Mahopac's magical lake.

They come on their way to new conquests,

They're longing for more hearts to break.

E'en Newport is dull and deserted—

Its billowy beaches no more

Made bright with sweet, ocean-kissed faces,

Love's beacon lights set on the shore.

The rugged White Hills of New Hampshire,

The last of their lovers have seen,

The echoes are left to their slumbers,

No dainty feet thread the ravine.

On West Point's delightful parade ground

Sighs many a hapless cadet,

Who's basked through the long days of Summer

In the smiles of a city coquette;

And now the incipient hero

Beholds his enchantress depart,

With the spoils of her lightly-won triumph,

His buttons, as well as his heart.

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