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[I. O Guadalaxara!]
O Guadalaxara!
Thy beautiful river
Is rolling on ever
Its waters so clear.
Thy beautiful river
Is rolling on ever
Its waters so clear.
O Guadalaxara!
Thy evergreens, bending
Their wide boughs, are lending
A shadow, how dear.
Thy evergreens, bending
Their wide boughs, are lending
A shadow, how dear.
O Guadalaxara!
Thy current is flowing,
Like gales softly blowing,
Or flutes breathing near.
Thy current is flowing,
Like gales softly blowing,
Or flutes breathing near.
The town of Pesara
Stands brightly beside thee,
And gay galleys ride thee,
O Guadalaxara!
Stands brightly beside thee,
And gay galleys ride thee,
O Guadalaxara!
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