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Spaniards: We have travelled from Madrid
On the backs of Spanish horses,
Carrying gold and silver
For to woo this lovely maid.
No bull! No bull! No bull!

The Prince here is a matador,
His father was a toreador,
His mother was a milkmaid.
No bull! No bull! No bull!

We had a cow of a journey,
Steered clear of highway men,
But the Prince here sprained his calf muscle.
No bull! No bull! No bull!
No bull! No bull! Ole!



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