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No. 11 - Song - Dick and Chorus
| Dick: | Away! come away from the gray land! Away! come away to the blue! When you're safe by Gibraltar The motion will alter, The sea will be gentler to you. You'll call on the ladies of Cadiz, And indulge in a real Cabana, And sigh as you roam, There are no girls at home Like those that you find in España! By the shore of the Mediterranean so blue, blue, blue, There are maids Who love soft serenades, Yes, they do, do, do. And whenever you will, They will teach you to bill And to coo, coo, coo. For the girls have a mouth only known in the South, Just for you, you, you. |
| Chorus: | By the shore of the Mediterranean
so blue, blue, blue, There are maids Who love soft serenades, Yes, they do, do, do. And whenever you will, They will teach you to bill And to coo, coo, coo. For the girls have a mouth only known in the South, Just for you, you, you. |
| Dick: | But when you are back from the gay land, And sit with your quiet cigar, The smoke rings up-rolling, Your sad thoughts consoling, Will bring you sweet dreams from afar. The dear little ladies of Cadiz, Gay Donna and merry Gitana, And all the sweet faces, And curious places You only can find in España! By the shore of the Mediterranean so blue, blue, blue, Well, it seems that your happiest dreams Have come true, true, true. But you feel in a whirl, As you think of each girl, Yes, you do, do, do. For the girls of the sun seem all rolled into one, Just for you, you, you! |
| Chorus: | By the shore of the Mediterranean
so blue, blue, blue, Well, it seems that your happiest dreams Have come true, true, true. But you feel in a whirl, As you think of each girl, Yes, you do, do, do. For the girls of the sun seem all rolled into one, Just for you, you, you! |
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