Bonaparte's Retreat 

It was late ono night
In a town way down in Dixie
'Neath the stars above
He was the sweetest thing I ever did see.
And he held me in his arms
And told me
Of his many charms and kissed me
While the fiddle played
Bonaparte\'s Retreat
All the world was right
As he held me on that night
And I heard him
Don\'t you ever go away
And he held me in his arms
And told me of his many charms
And kissed me
While the fiddle played the Bonaparte\'s Retreat