My lover for her flows like blood when I'm Cut
To see her my heart pounds as blacksmith's work
For her i'd givit'll up and live in a hut
I would howl like a wolf to see her smirk

Why must she for'vr deny my love for her
She knows not what she can pertain with me
I have all but I remain singular
She could have it all but too blind to see

I will gift her with the moon for her love
I desire the mutual feeling
Of m' oth'r half as a single turtledove
Maybe she just don't find me appealing

My strong love will continue forever
She is missing out and not to clever