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Ponciana
Ponciana, don’t tell me
You’re expecting that fellow Chanate’s baby
Ponciana, you who are so pretty
Raised with the sweat of my brow
In generosity, well-dressed and pampered
You’re promised to that emigrant from Holland
My old friend came to see me yesterday
He told me that his son
will be coming on holiday in August
And, by the grace of God, he’ll marry you
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