Oh, have ye seen him, ye that pass,
The lover I have lost, alas!
Feckless he wandereth, knowing no tie—
Have ye seen him pass by?
As tender lamb the eagle seizeth,
So on my poor heart he feedeth.
Beardless his chin, though to manhood nigh—
Have ye seen him pass by?
If ye find him, ye may tell
Weary with following faints his Nele.