SHE DOES THE FANDANGO ALL OVER THE PLACE
 
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I've seen many beauties
Whilst travelling around
The world, but in Spain
There my fancy I found
She'd hair black as coal
Eyes bright as a star
And I felt fairly gone
As she twanged her guitar.

Chorus: She sang like a nightingale, twanged her guitar
Danced the Cachuca, and smoked a cigar
Oh what a form, Oh what a face
And she did the Fandango all over the place.


She'd sing me the songs
Of her sweet sunny land
Although what about
I could ne'er understand
I tried to explain
That my heart was aflame
And if eyes could express
She felt slightly the same.

Chorus:

To England I brought her
To make her my bride
And when my friends saw her
They laughed till they cried
And the buttons flew off
From a dozen white vests
When at breakfast she somewhat
Astonished the guests.

Chorus:

But she carries her Spanish ways
Slightly too far
I at times think I'll have
To destroy that guitar
For she sits at the window
And sings long and loud
Until in the street
She collects a large crowd.

Chorus: She sang like a nightingale, twanged her guitar
Danced the Cachuca, and smoked a cigar
Devilish bad form, what a disgrace
And she will do fandango all over the place.
 
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Written and composed by G.W. Hunt - 1883
Performed by Henri Clark (1840-1905)
 
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