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 Let those who squander millions,

Review her happy lot,

They'll find their proud pavilions

Far inferior to her cot.

Between the Po and Parma

Some villains seiz'd my coach,

And dragg'd me to a cavern,

Most dreadful to approach,

By which the Maid of Lodi

Came trotting from the fair;

She paus'd to hear my wailings,

And sees me tear my hair.

Then to her market basket

She tied her poney's rein,

I thus by female courage

Was dragg'd to life again!

She led me to her dwelling,

She cheer'd my heart with wine,

And then she deck'd a table,

at which the gods might dine.

Among the mild Madonas

Her features you may find,

But not the fam'd Corregio's

Could ever paint her mind.

Then sing the Maid of Lodi,

Who sweetly sung to me;

And when the maid is married,

Still happier may she be.