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Those London belles, those London belles,
Ah! what a tale their beauty tells,
Of suff’ring beaux and wounded hearts,
The dire effect of Cupid’s darts.
Perhaps that maid, with eyes of blue,
Has often made a sad to do;
And many a heart with anguish swells,
While thinking of the London belles.
Ah! yes, how sweet it is to me.