A lady known as Paris, Romantic and Charming Has left her old companions and faded from view Lonely men with lonely eyes are seeking her in vain Her streets are where they were, but there's no sign o
In a dear little village Remote and obscure A beautiful maiden resided As to whether or not Her intentions were pure Opinions were sharply divided She loved to lie Out 'neath the darkening sky And all
Go slow, Johnny, Maybe she'll come to her senses If you'll give her a chance. People's feelings are sensitive plants, Try not to trample the soil and spoil romance. Go slow, Johnny, No sense in rushin
Jean Louis Dominic Pierre Bouchon True to the breed that bore him Answered the call that held in thrall His father's heart before him Jean Louis Dominic sailed away Further than love could find him Y
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