Spanish is the loving tongue
Soft as music, light as spray;
'Twas a girl I learned it from
I don't look much like a lover,
Yet I say her love words over.
Mostly when I'm all alone
(?)Oh my dawn the party oh
So the padre couldn't hear
how those hours would go a'flyin'
and too soon I'd hear her sighin'
Never seen her since that night,
I can't cross the line, you know.
Tney want me for a gamblin' fight
Like as not it's better so.
Yet I've always sort of missed her
Since that last sad night I kissed her;
Left her heart and lost my own
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