Two sapphires those dear eyes of thine

Two sapphires those dear eyes of thine,

Soft as the skies above thee;

Thrice happy is the man to whom

Those dear eyes say: "I love thee."

A diamond is thy heart that gleams

With rays of purest fire;

Thrice happy is the man for whom

It glows with love's desire.

Two rubies are those lips of thine,

Unrivalled in fresh glory;

Thrice happy is the man to whom

They whisper their love story.

Could I but find that lucky man,

But meet that happy lover --

Meet him alone in some dark wood, --

His joy would soon be over...