If I could but love you now
As I used to love Rosette!
Béranger.
SHE IS SO PRETTY
SHE is so pretty, the girl I love,
Her eyes are tender and deep and blue
As the summer night in the skies above,
As violets seen through a mist of dew.
How can I hope, then, her heart to gain?
She is so pretty, and I am so plain!