Ah! Valletta what made you so?
Though old the beauty you maintain
As the young maiden of the fairy ha!
Angry and incensed you shall be
At who touches you: your wild eyes
When with anger they command your face
And
At that time you look mot beautiful
And Beauty manifest with haunting grace
Valetta, beautiful my city!
Beauty Valletta; Valletta Beauty.
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