Last night the moon was mellow
Rosita met young Manuello
He held her like this
That lovely miss
Then stole a kiss
The fellow

He said he was glad he’d met het
And soon he would come and get her
But she said: O no
I can not go
 Untill I know you better

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He kept on a-stealing
And he had a feeling
She was satisfied
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She was saying: Go sir
So he held her closer
That’s how he complied