O the gondolets, the mandolins, the twanging of the lutes,
The girls all dressed in crinoline among the flowers and fruits --The flowers all symbolical, the lily and the rose,
And how the sherry blossomed on the end of grandma's nose.The maiden sighs and turns away, the maiden she relents,
Attracted by the glitter of a pile of five per cents.They danced beneath the arbors, they strolled upon the grass,
O never aware, O never aware of what would come to pass.
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