By the margin of the ocean, one summer day in the month of June,
The feather'd warbling songsters their voices sweetly sang in tune,
It was there I met a female all overcome with grief and woe,
Conversing with Napoleon on the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O.
Then up spoke young Napoleon and he took her by the hand
Saying Mother dear, be patient, and I soon will take command

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN