| 'Twas on the Isle of Capri that I found her,
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| Beneath the shade of an old walnut tree,
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| Oh, I can still see the flowers blooming 'round her,
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| Where we met on the Isle of Capri.
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| She was as sweet as the rose of the dawning,
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| But somehow Fate hadn’t meant her for me,
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| And tho' I sailed with the tide in the morning,
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| Still my heart’s on the Isle of Capri.
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| Summertime was nearly over,
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| Blue Italian skies above,
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| I said, «Lady, I’m a rover,
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| Can you spare a sweet word of love?»
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| She whispered softly, «'Tis best not to linger,»
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| Then as I kissed her hand I could see
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| She wore a plain golden ring on her finger,
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| 'Twas good-bye to the Isle of Capri. |