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Ernie Burnett, who composed the music, was wounded fighting in the First World War, and he lost his memory and his identity dog tags. While recuperating in hospital, a pianist entertained the patients with popular tunes including "Melancholy Baby". Burnett rose from his sickbed and exclaimed, "That's my song!" He had regained his memory.

Aquí, la bellísima partitura. Se le considera la canción que dio origen al término torch song, término también bellísmo, por cierto. Ahí también lo llevan.

Come, sweetheart mine, don't sit and pine
Tell me of the cares that make you feel so blue
What have I done, answer me, hon
Have I ever said an unkind word to you

My love is true, and just for you
I'd do almost anything at any time
Dear, when you sigh, or when you cry
Something seems to grip this very heart of mine

Come to me my melancholy baby
Cuddle up and don't be blue
All your fears are foolish fancy, maybe
You know, dear, that I'm in love with you

Every cloud must have a silver lining
Wait until the sun shines through
Smile, my honey dear, while I kiss away each tear
Or else I shall be melancholy too

Every cloud must have a silver lining
Say, wait until the sun shines through
Smile, my honey dear, while I kiss away each tear
Or else I shall be melancholy too

La escena de M. Monroe la estuve casualmente viendo hace unos días; una escena completamente deliciosa, como toda la película:

And in Some Like it Hot (1959) Marilyn Monroe's character, Sugar Kane, says at one point: "All they have to do is play eight bars of 'Come to me My Melancholy Baby' and my spine turns to custard, I get goosepimply all over and I come to 'em!"