Come a man from the country
Come a man from the city
Rich or without money
A savant, an idiot
Poetic or militant
A mandolin player
Out of pity I don't want
To die an old maid
La la la I have a sister
From her earliest years
Attracted so many pretty hearts
She didn't know which one to choose
But as for me
The first who shows up
Will be my choice
And I'll be happy
Come a man from the country
Come a man from the city
Rich or without money
A savant, an idiot
Poetic or militant
A mandolin player
Out of pity I don't want
To die an old maid
Yet Margret
Who wasn't very pretty
As soon as she turned sixteen
Here it is, she's getting married
At eighteen
Gave birth to twins
I see the years passing
And I'm still a ''miss''
Come a man from the country
Come a man from the city
Rich or without money
A savant, an idiot
Poetic or militant
A mandolin player
Out of pity I don't want
To die an old maid
I'll be beyond reproach
Nor mournful, nor jealous
A true Penelope
A model spouse
He can drink at the cafe
Everything that I save
Now it's up to you to judge
If I'm worth the wager
Come a man from the country
Come a man from the city
Rich or without money
A savant, an idiot
Poetic or militant
A mandolin player
Out of pity I don't want
To die an old maid
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