In the beer tent on Sunday an unofficial singaround had formed round the Teacups (seemed to take them by surprise, but that's what you get at Bromyard). One sang a song that my husband remembers from 70yrs ago and I had never heard about a chap with a funny foreign name who met a señorita who gave him a disgusting disease which a quack cured - after which he was not the man he used to be.
It had the feel of a Frank Crummit song, but I can't find it and don't remember enough of the lyrics to search.
Any ideas?