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 MY LISETTE

AN OLD FRENCH SONG

all the pretty maidens

There ne'er was lassie yet

That looked so sweet and sprightly,

That moved so gay and lightly,

As my darling, my Lisette,—

Little pet!—

'Tis Lisette whom I adore,

And with reason, more and more!

Her face it is her fortune,—

But who will smiling let

Me kiss it at my pleasure,

Nor ever stint the measure?—

'Tis my darling, my Lisette,—

Little pet!—

'Tis Lisette whom I adore,

And with reason, more and more!

Along the pavement tripping,

Through sunshine and through wet,

To all, as she advances,

Who casts her winning glances?—

'Tis my darling, my Lisette,—

Little pet!—

'Tis Lisette whom I adore,

And with reason, more and more!

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