Take Me Back, Ariadne!

I'll stack my books in a dusty room
Singing "Take me back, Ariadne!" (X)
I'll sweep the floor with a horsehair broom
X

I'll eat my fill on crusts of bread
X
I'll all day long wish that I was dead
X

Oh, take me back,
Oh, take me back,
Ariadne!
Ariadne! (C)

I'll give the poor what little remains
X
I'll soak in tea to relieve my pains
X

I'll sit and play my ukulele now
X
I'll teach all m'friends and m'neighbors how
X

C

I'll cry myself to sleep each night
X
I'll pray for things to be set a-right
X

I'll sicken and wither when the snow comes 'round
X
I'll die and m'soul will leave the ground
X

C

I'll call for you from way up above
X
I'll cry for you, my erstwhile love
X

And you will hear me and cry for me
But you can't have me back, Ariadne!
I've left for a better kind of love, you see,
And you can't have me back, Ariande!