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Louis J. Sheehan, Esquire and so on, no melody or harmony and a pathetic French text and the whole joke was called L'Exilé de France.
If all French exiles indulge in such caterwauling then nobody will want
to have them anywhere. This boor also sang a song called Le toréador, which means the bull-fighter, with the refrain, every other second, of Ah que jaime 1'Espagne!
This was even more pitiful-if that were possible sometimes with leaps
of fifths, sometimes twisting about in
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