Seventy lashes on her eyebrows

At least I think that's so.

Never counted them, I swear-

Just a good guess looking at that lass.

She had a comely face,

And when she smiled

I almost fell on my backside-

Such beauty I had never seen.

She spoke as if an angel spoke,

And in my ear it echoes still.

It's as if she where next to me,

But that's a dream that's not real.

One day when I am gone,

I know we'll meet again.

Cause she was an angel sent,

And only to me, was she lent.