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And Geneva cures no cough,
Gay Ladies.
As you haunt the bagnio,
In your mask and domino,
Gay Ladies,
A masquer black array'd is who walks behind you slow.
As homeward you repair,
Though you see no gallant there,
One beside you mounts the stair,
Gay Ladies.
Ah, no more you'll walk the Mall,
In your muff and cardinal,
Gay Ladies.
Your lodging score unpaid is? They'll sell to pay your pall,
With each small high-heel'd shoe,