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Chateaux des Espagne

Madame, the lady-mother,
Oh, she heaved a long-drawn sigh
As she thought upon the season,
The end so very nigh.

How she had planned the long, long winter,
How she had worried, how she had toiled
To marry off her daughter,
Now to find that she was foiled.
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There was very great excitement,
The leaders of the ton
Were put in great commotion
By the arrival of a Don,

A gallant, proud Hidalgo
Just from the court of Spain,
Don Pedro Antonelli
Was said to be his name.

Leonora she determined,
As soon as they did meet,
She would have the valiant Spaniard
A kneeling at her feet.

No very great achievement,
As ‘twas known throughout the town
There was no richer heiress
Than Leonora Brown.

So merry sped the wooing,
And fast the time did go;
Madame, she was in raptures
A-preparing the trousseau.

The Don, the time beguiling,
Such wondrous tales did tell

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