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When summer suns are glancing on the merry damsels dancing ’Neath the pendulous aroma of the beauty-blushing vine; When summer birds are cooing, in a pantomimic wooing ’Mid the azure-dimpled ether, which the poet calls divine:
 * I win a frolic girl,
 * From the rustle and the whirl,

And I say she is a seraph and I swear she is a pearl— Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Who is gentler, who is fairer, ha! ha! who is sweeter, Who is brighter, ha! ha! who is wittier and neater, Than the queen of my spirit—its glorified defeater—
 * Ha! Ha! Ha! Malgherita! Malgherita!

Ha! gaily we are flying, with laughter, love and sighing,
 * O’er the valley of Berilla, in its livery of green!

Ha! madly we are dashing by the torrent thunder-flashing,