The Girl That Married Another Man

Oh, it's easy come and it's easy go With most of the little girls I know,- Haul away, my bullies! And when you come, and when you part, They never take it deep to heart,- Haul away, my bullies! Oh, there was Martha, at Liverpool, She never heard of the golden rule,- Haul away, my bullies! And there was Gulla, the Temple Girl, And Minnie, and Marie, and Pearl,- Haul away, my bullies! In Rotterdam, Marseilles, Orleans,- And each of them taught me what love means; Haul away, my bullies! But there is a girl that stands apart, I can never get her out of my heart,- Haul away, my bullies! Oh, I try to forget, but I never can, The girl that married another man,- Haul away, my bullies!