'Twas on the isle of Capri that I met her
Beneath the shade of an old walnut tree
I can still see the flowers blooming round her
When we met on the isle of Capri.
She was as sweet as the rose in the dawning
She had a plain golden ring on her finger
So fate had it she was not for me
That was goodbye to the isle of Capri.
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