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II
IN THE TARANTELLA
A change! And now you seem to be
A stray from some enchanted land
That erst on some hot southern sand
Danced to the music of the sea.
A stray from some enchanted land
That erst on some hot southern sand
Danced to the music of the sea.
Your feet in sandals patter free
As air for all the leathern band
That binds your shapely ankles and
Climbs exquisitely to your knee.
As air for all the leathern band
That binds your shapely ankles and
Climbs exquisitely to your knee.
You surely in some life before
Danced on the blue Italian shore;
For English here with English girls
Danced on the blue Italian shore;
For English here with English girls
You keep the laughter of the south
Upon the radiance of your mouth
And Baian sunlight on your curls!
Upon the radiance of your mouth
And Baian sunlight on your curls!
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