I know a woman with dark brown skin
With flashing eyes and dimpled chin
Who is quick of wit and short of hair
A sorceress beyond compare
Daily taken and bewitched am I
With just the thought of her brown eyes.
The touch of her hand, her shape, her smell
Weave a magic and powerful spell
Yet I strongly free from frown or fret
Do not seek a magic amulet
To break her spell. No I delight
To bathe with relish at my plight.
Thus I shall revel in her charms
Rejoice to hold her in my arms
Then take the strength I can compose
My own sweet love, my darling Rose.