Why don't the men propose, Mamma? Why don't the men propose? Why don't the Men propose?

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• Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.
• Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar.
• Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar. Welcome me Home.
• Oh pilot, ‘t is a fearful night! There’s danger on the deep.
• Oh pilot, 't is a fearful night! There's danger on the deep. The Pilot.
• She wore a wreath of roses The first night that we met.