Uploaded July 2026 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
A popular song from 1914
Words and music by The Marx Brothers
Sung by Laurence Rubenstein
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne
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Lyrics
Marriage is a lottery and there’s no denial.
But in a lottery you win once in a while.
When it comes to marriage, I squawk.
Don’t want to listen, I want to talk.
CHORUS
Why should I fall for one little girl
When I love them all?
Why should I fall?
Say, why should I marry, honor, obey,
Have the same breakfast for dinner each day?
In my society I like variety.
For each new face I fall.
Say, I think I am able,
As able as Clarke Gable.
Why should I fall for one little girl
When I love them all?
CHORUS
Why should I fall for one little girl
When I love them all?
Why should I fall?
If I give my love to one little she
I make a million unhappy, you see.
In my society I like variety.
For each new face I fall.
A parlor and a couch-oh
Is good enough for Groucho.
Why should I fall for one little girl
When I love them all?
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A popular song from 1914
Words and music by The Marx Brothers
Sung by Laurence Rubenstein
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne
Get the sheet music and accompaniment here:
sheetmusicsinger.com/how-can-i-marry-one-little-girl
Lyrics
Marriage is a lottery and there’s no denial.
But in a lottery you win once in a while.
When it comes to marriage, I squawk.
Don’t want to listen, I want to talk.
CHORUS
Why should I fall for one little girl
When I love them all?
Why should I fall?
Say, why should I marry, honor, obey,
Have the same breakfast for dinner each day?
In my society I like variety.
For each new face I fall.
Say, I think I am able,
As able as Clarke Gable.
Why should I fall for one little girl
When I love them all?
CHORUS
Why should I fall for one little girl
When I love them all?
Why should I fall?
If I give my love to one little she
I make a million unhappy, you see.
In my society I like variety.
For each new face I fall.
A parlor and a couch-oh
Is good enough for Groucho.
Why should I fall for one little girl
When I love them all?
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![Riding a Raid (1863)
An American Civil War song from 1863
Words: anonymous
Music: based on “Bonnie Dundee” an old Scotch air
Sung by Vancha March
Accompaniment by Benjamin R. Tubb
Get the sheet music and accompaniment here:
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Lyrics
1. Tis old Stonewall the Rebel that leans on his sword:
“Now each cavalier that loves Honor and Right,
Let him follow the feather of Stuart to night!”
Come tighten your girth and slacken your rein;
Come buckle your blanket and holster again;
Try the click of your trigger and balance your blade
For he must ride sure that goes Riding a Raid!
CHORUS
Come tighten your girth and slacken your rein;
Come buckle you blanket and holster again;
Try the click of your trigger and balance your blade
For he must ride sure that goes Riding a Raid!
2. Now gallop now gallop to swim o[‘]er t[‘]e ford!
Old Stonewall, still watching, prays low to the Lord:
“Now Bye dear old Rebel! the river’s not wide,
And Mary-land’s light’s in her window to guide.”
Come tighten your girth and slacken your rein;
Come buckle your blanket and holster again;
Try the click of your trigger and balance your blade
For he must ride sure that goes Riding a Raid!
3. There’s a man in a white house with blood on his mouth!
If there’s knaves in the North, there are braves in the South.
We are three thousand horses, and not one afraid;
We are three thousand sabres, and not one dull blade.
Come tighten your girth and slacken your rein;
Come buckle your blanket and holster again;
Try the click of your trigger and balance your blade
For he must ride sure that goes Riding a Raid!
4. Then gallop, then gallop by ravines and rocks!
Who would bar us the way take his toll in hard knocks;
For with these points of steel, on the line of Penn,
We have made some fine strokes, and we make them again.
Then tighten your girth and slacken your rein;
Come buckle your blanket and holster again;
Try the click of your trigger and balance your blade
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