I said that Juan had been sent to Cadiz—
A pretty town, I recollect it well—
’Tis there the mart of the colonial trade is,
(Or was, before Peru learned to rebel),
And such sweet girls!—I mean, such graceful ladies,
Their very walk would make your bosom swell;
I can’t describe it, though so much it strike,
Nor liken it—I never saw the like: