We're Called Gondolieri Lyrics

We're called gondolieri,
But that 's a vagary,
It's quite honorary
The trade that we ply.
For gallantry noted
Since we were short-coated
To ladies devoted,
My brother and I.
When morning is breaking,
Our couches forsaking,
To greet their awaking
With carols we come.
At summer day's nooning,
When weary lagooning,
Our mandolins tuning,
We lazily thrum.
When vespers are ringing,
To hope ever clinging,
With songs of our singing
A vigil we keep.
When daylight is fading,
Enwrapt in night's shading,
With soft serenading
We lull them to sleep.
We're called gondolieri, etc.
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