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Barcarole.

The Gondolier, fond passion's slave,
Will for his love earth's danger brave.
Winds and waves he both disdained
From his fair one's bright eyes,
Be a glance but his prize,
It still is something gained.

The Gondolier, fond passion's slave,
Will in his bark every danger brave,
By jealous snares unrestrained!
From the lip's of his fair,
Let a smile soothe his care.
It still is something gained.

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The Gondolier, fond passion's slave,
Will through the storm the billow a brave
By sweet hope still sustained,
If at last to this breast,
He folds her he loves best,
It still is something gained.