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Nella cittą di Mantova
In the city of Mantova
In the city of Mantova
lives a beautiful girl
And the king upon learning this
wanted to go and see her.
And he dressed himself as a pauper
and off he went.
As he was halfway there
he begged for alms.
" Mother, my dear mother,
look at this buffoon
who begs for alms
and has taken my hand."
"Daughter of fifteen years
let him go his way
he is a poor pilgrim
asking for charity."
But when at the gates
all the soldiers rose to their feet
"Long live the queen
wife of our king !"