A Spanish Cavaller.

A Spanish Cavaller.
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A Spanish cavaller stood on his retreat,
And on his guitar played a tune, dear;
The music so sweet I oft times repeat.
The blessings of my country and you, dear.

Chorus-
Say, darling, sny, when I’m far away.
Sometimes you may think of me, dear;
Bright sunny dase will soon fade away.
Remember what I say and be true, dear,

Off to the war, to the war I must go
To fight for my country and you, dear:
And if I should fall in vain I should call
The blessings of my country and you, dear.
Chorus.

And when this war is o’er to you I’ll return,