Recordar, how I love you,
This lay of mine will tell,
O willow! willow! wirrasthrue!
Mavrone! I love you well!
L'ami l'amo l'amantibus
Ri foldherando dum,
Mein fraulein cushla bawn agrah!
Get up your traps, and come!"
It wasn't all Italian, this song of mine you see,
It wasn't like a tarantelle; 'twasn't like a glee,