Whom saw I her, glanced at
And she drew me close to?
A girl so sweet, so lovely,
So beautiful and so tender,
Never seen, seen before,
As such was she.
An English girl golden and glistening,
Just like the golden sunshine
Glistening at dawn,
So was she in her appearance.
An English maiden bobbed,
Golden and glistening,
Just like a red rose
So fragrant and redolent.
The hair was bobbed and golden brown,
The cheeks roseate,
The lips pink,
So sweet her smiles and postures.
The nose long
And her voice clear-cut,
Full of logic and reasoning,
Fact and fiction.
Her language so delicate,
Full of etiquette,
So finely good manners
And courtesy.
So linguistic in expression,
So phonetically correct
And the intonation finely
Lilting musically.
On marking her, taking a stroll,
Confuse I in,
Should I call her a red rose
Or an English girl?
An English or a red rose
Unadmired, unappreciated,
How to appreciate her beautifulness,
Loveliness astounding and stupendous?
On marking her taking a stroll,
Loitering,
Confuse I in calling her
A red rose or a girl really before,
How to look in astonishment!
A red rose so sweet and redolent,
So fragrant and sweetly scented,
So fair, fine and fresh-looking,
So beautiful and lovely.
Never seen, never seen before
A girl so wonderful and amazing,
So sweet and lovely,
Speaking nasally, in a slow and mild voice.