My lover was a Spanish trader,
One who sailed the seven seas.
Though of all mankind the nadir --
See these jewels? He gave me these.
Though his face was worn and haggard,
Though four-letter words he hurled,
Though when he was drunk he staggered,
Kicked the dog and cursed the world,
Still his gold was never tarnished,
And was mine to give away.
Soon my house was brightly garnished --
And my parents, what said they?
When my lover's bread they'd eaten,
He stood high in their regard.
Money mixed with love will sweeten
Even dunghills into nard.
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