| Far away in a Spanish dungeon
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| A Cuban soldier lay
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| Slowly dyin' from the torture
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| Inflicted day by day
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| He begged to send a message
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| But this kindness was denied
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| So he called his comrades to him
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| And told his story 'ere he died
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| When Cuba gains her freedom
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| And the Spaniards cease to reign
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| There’s a loved one on that island
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| I will never see again
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| Oh, find her for me, comrades
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| And tell her you were by my side
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| And I bid you take this message
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| To a soldier’s promised bride
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| 'Tis the same old story, comrades
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| Love weeps when duty is done
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| When Cuba was struggling for her freedom
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| I was ordered to my gun
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| Though I’m a captain dyin'
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| The struggle will soon be o’er
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| Tell her I said to meet me
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| Where the soldiers fight no more
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| When Cuba gains her freedom
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| And the Spaniards cease to reign
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| There’s a loved one on that island
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| I will never see again
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| Oh, find her for me, comrades
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| And tell her you were by my side
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| And I bid you take this message
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| To a soldier’s promised bride
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| And I bid you take this message
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| To a soldier’s promised bride |