In former days when I saw the mantillas of Suzette and of Z’ila, my soul mingled with their folds. Where fair maids go. Lon la.

Love, when thou gleamest in the dark thou crownest Lola with roses, I would lose my soul for that. Where fair maids go. Lon la.

Jeanne, at thy mirror thou deckest thyself! One fine day, my heart flew forth. I think that it is Jeanne who has it. Where fair maids go. Lon la.

At night, when I come from the quadrilles, I show Stella to the stars, and I say to them: “Behold her.” Where fair maids go. Lon la.