High in the Sisciou I will
ride, ride, ride.
I will court Maria sword and
pistol by my side.
Up in the pine and cedar
I will surely meet her
I wi II do all I can do to
make Marie my bride.
[Repeat Chorus]
Sadly, sadly, sadly I will
bid Marie bye bye.
I will hold her close and
wipe a teardrop from her eye.
Maria, what else can I do?
I will leave my smile to you
And when I think of sweet
Marie I'll close my eyes and sigh
© 1985 by Peter Wilson
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