My beloved was not an angel
Nor she was a fairy too
I met her at a crossing
While she cried out 'Hello'.

My beloved had curly hair
She straightened it in a parlour
My beloved was a clerk in office
She was the niece to the Mayor

My beloved could go on long drive
She was smart and cute
I wanted to pass all day
Only in her pursuit

I never talked to my beloved
Nor I thought how I could
I knew she was mine
I knew that she was good

She was not an angel, I said
But she looked like one
I felt I should have fought a love -duel
I was sure, I had won.....