"Beautiful feet she had, that fell
Oh little Swallow pity me,
Like the caress of one loved well,
Oh little Swallow pity me.
Over the lawn at the twilight hour
Sometimes she wandered to pluck a flower,
Sometimes she paused in the jasmine bower.
Oh little Swallow pity me.
"Then she would speak to me, sweet my own!
Oh little Swallow pity me,