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"Stay! Hold!" you cry. "You said, I thought,

La belle Nannette the gendarme sought?"

She did,—la belle Nannette,—

She sought, and found him—charming quite.

She stays there with him yet.

She "never cared for Delapaire,"

She says with most dégagé air;

And "as for Monsieur Mallette,—well,

He may discover—who can tell?—