Zayda. |
Was it for this to realms of
bliss |
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We summoned such rascality? |
Is this the way to teach him,
pray, |
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The truths of pure morality? |
With wiles demure his love she'll
lure, |
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Caressing and beseeching him! |
No need to journey here to learn |
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Such truths as she is teaching
him! |
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Chorus. |
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Is teaching
him, |
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Such truths as she is teaching
him! |
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Zayda. |
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Though sure we are |
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That every youth |
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Should travel far |
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To learn the truth, |
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He might, with care,
Have learnt, down there, |
Such truths as she is
teaching him! |
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Chorus |
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Such truths as she is teaching
him! |
Zayda. |
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You do not think |
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Me too severe? |
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We should not wink |
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At faults, it's clear — |
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Chorus. |
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We should not
wink
At all I think. |
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Zayda. |
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A capital rule of life, my dear! |