Is she not passing fair, she whom I love so well

On earth , in sea or air, where may her equal dwell?

Oh! tell me ye who dare, to brave her beauty’s spell.

Is she not passing fair she whom I love so well.

 

Whether she speak or sing, be jocund or serene

Alike in everything, is she not beauty’s queen

Whether she speak or sing, be jocund or serene

Whether she speak or sing, be jocund or serene

 

Is she not passing fair, she whom I love so well

On earth , in sea or air, where may her equal dwell?

Then let the world declare, let all who see her tell,

That she is passing fair, passing fair, she whom I love so well!