O lady! here I, behold thee,
Thou art pretty and witty.
Thine lips of cherry red, thine blushing cheek,
tempt me to adore thee, from dusk to dawn.
Thine Blue eyes that glitters,
Curled locks that fall upon thine rosy cheeks.

Swift breeze blows thine blonde coiled hair,
Like pearl, glows thine face fair.

Those fair wrist adored with silver bangles,
The body dressesd with the coral gown.
On...