A Spanish Cavalier stood in his retreat,
And on his Guitar played a tune, dear;
The music so sweet,
Would oft'times repeat
The blessing of my country and you, dear.
Oh, say, darling, say,
When I'm far away,
Sometimes you may
Think of me dear;
Bright sunny days
Will soon fade away,
Remember what I say,
And be true dear.
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