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The blue Hussars are bugling
And riding out of the town;
I enter it, dearest, to bring thee
My roses freshly blown.
Swashbucklers that eat up the country!
Hubbub and wild uproar!
E'en thy small heart found billets
For half-a-dozen or more!
And riding out of the town;
I enter it, dearest, to bring thee
My roses freshly blown.
Swashbucklers that eat up the country!
Hubbub and wild uproar!
E'en thy small heart found billets
For half-a-dozen or more!
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