Every treasure will be back
Be dipped and be splashed
Be discovered and be turned
Made me attentive to bank
Only awaited opportunities
As we shall see at the end
There are miners
Every treasure will be back
He sent out special spies
Be discovered and be turned
He was wrong – to let it go
It happened to a chief
The commissary's office
Of the glance that it might have
I don't see any wench nor any flowery bonnet in the street
Of the glance that it might hav
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