  When the marine came from the war, Good and kind. When the marine came from the war, Good and kind. With ragged coat and battered shoe. 1 I have translated marin as ''marine" instead of sailor, as in the last verse it is said that he goes back to his "regiment." Poor marine, from whence come you? Good and kind. Madame, I come from the war, Good and kind. Madame, I come from the war, Good and kind. Bring me now a brimming glass, That I may drink it as I pass, Good and kind. The brave marine begins to drink, Good and kind. The brave marine begins to drink, Good and kind. Drinks and sings a ballad gay, While madame wipes the tears away, Good and kind. What troubles you, my fair hostess? Good and kind. What troubles you, my fair hostess? Good and kind. Do you regret the kindly glass, That you give me as I pass? Good and kind. I don't regret my good white wine, Good and kind. I don't regret my good white wine, Good and kind. A husband's loss bedims my eyes, For in your looks his image lies, Good and kind. Ah, tell me now, my fair hostess, Good and kind. Ah, tell me now, my fair hostess, Good and kind. Children three he left behind, But now three more with you I find, Good and kind. I had a letter from the war, Good and kind. I had a letter from the war, Good and kind. Which said my brave marine was dead, I thought it true; again I wed, Good and kind. The brave marine drank out his glass, Good and kind. The brave marine drank out his glass, Good and kind. Without a word, while soft tears flowed, To his corps went back his road, Good and kind.
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