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Mirette

Once a Cavalier of Spain

No. 18a, Sung by Mirette with Chorus

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MIRETTE.
Once a cavalier of Spain
Loved a maid of low degree;
He was come of royal strain,
She was of the Zingari!
So he offered house and land,
Jewels, gold, or anything;
Only on her little hand,
No ring! no ring!
ZINGARI.
La la la la,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
La la la la,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
La la la la,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
La la la la,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
La la la la,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
La la la la,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
la!
MIRETTE.
Ha! ha!
No, said she, no!
Go, let me go!
Take away your purse of gold!
Costly dresses
Win Princesses,
No, said she, no!
Go, let me go!
Take away your purse of gold!
Gipsy love is never sold!
Love cannot be bought,
Not bought, nor sold!
ZINGARI.
No, said she, no!
Go, let me go!
Take away your purse of gold!
Costly dresses
Win Princesses,
Gipsy love is never sold!
MIRETTE.
But the noble Spanish Don
Could not brook a slight like this,
So he would not get him gone,
And he tried to snatch a kiss!
Then a dagger bright he drew,
Held it up before his eye,
And no more he cared to woo -
Good-bye! Good-bye!
ZINGARI.
La la la la,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
La la la la,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
La la la la,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
La la la la,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
La la la la,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
La la la la,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
la!
MIRETTE.
Ha! ha!
No, said she, no!
Go, coward, go!
Take the kiss, you feel the blade!
Till the trusty
Steel is rusty,
None shall wrong the gipsy maid!
No, said she, no!
Go, coward, go!
Take the kiss, you feel the blade!
None shall wrong a gipsy maid!
She is not afraid,
The gipsy maid!
ZINGARI.
No, said she, no!
Go, coward, go!
Take the kiss, you feel the blade!
Till the trusty
Steel is rusty,
None shall wrong the gipsy maid!
No, said she, no!
Go, coward, go!
Take the kiss, you feel the blade!
Till the trusty
Steel is rusty,
None shall wrong the gipsy maid!

 

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