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When I Was a Student at Cadiz

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When I was a student at Cadiz,

I played an the Spanish guitar,

Ching ching!

I used to make love to the ladies,

I think af them still from afar,

Ching, ching!

Ring ching, ching, ring ching, ching

Ring out ye bells !

Oh, ring out ye bells,

Oh, ring out ye bells!

Ring ching, ching, ring ching, ching,

Ring out ye bells !

As I play on my Spanish guitar,

Ching, ching!

 

I was four years a student at Cadiz,

Where nothing one's pleasure can mar,

Ching ching!

And where many a beautiful maid is.

Oh. I strumm'd and I twang'd my guitar,

Ching ching!

Ring ching, ching ...

 

Oh, I sang serenades there in Cadiz,

Till I got an attaek of catarrh,

Ching ching!

Though no more I could serenadize,

Still I played on my Spanish guitar.

Ching ching!

Ring ching, ching ...

 

When at last the train bore me from Cadiz,

The ladies alle wept round the car;

Ching ching!

Oh, it grieved me to part from those ladies,

But I carried away my guitar,

Ching ching!

Ring ching, ching ...

 

I'm no longer a student at Cadiz,

But I play on the Spanish guitar,

Ching ching!

And still I am fond af the ladies,

Though now I'm a happy papa,

Ching ching!

Ring ching, ching ...

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