When I was a student at Cadiz,
I played an the Spanish guitar,
Ching ching!
I used to make love to the ladies,
I think af them still from afar,
Ching, ching!
Ring ching, ching, ring ching, ching
Ring out ye bells !
Oh, ring out ye bells,
Oh, ring out ye bells!
Ring ching, ching, ring ching, ching,
Ring out ye bells !
As I play on my Spanish guitar,
Ching, ching!
I was four years a student at Cadiz,
Where nothing one's pleasure can mar,
Ching ching!
And where many a beautiful maid is.
Oh. I strumm'd and I twang'd my guitar,
Ching ching!
Ring ching, ching ...
Oh, I sang serenades there in Cadiz,
Till I got an attaek of catarrh,
Ching ching!
Though no more I could serenadize,
Still I played on my Spanish guitar.
Ching ching!
Ring ching, ching ...
When at last the train bore me from Cadiz,
The ladies alle wept round the car;
Ching ching!
Oh, it grieved me to part from those ladies,
But I carried away my guitar,
Ching ching!
Ring ching, ching ...
I'm no longer a student at Cadiz,
But I play on the Spanish guitar,
Ching ching!
And still I am fond af the ladies,
Though now I'm a happy papa,
Ching ching!
Ring ching, ching ...
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