II

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II

Ah, little green eyes,

Ah, little eyes of mine,

Ah, Heaven be willing

That you think of me somewise.

The day of departure

You came full of grieving

And to see I was leaving

The tears ’gan to start sure

With the heavy torture

Of sorrows unbrightened

When you lie down at night and

When there to you dreams rise,

Ah, Heaven be willing

That you think of me somewise.

Deep is my assurance

Of you, little green eyes,

That in truth you realise

Something of my durance

Eyes of hope’s fair assurance

And good premonition

By virtue of whose condition

All green colours I prize.

Ah, Heaven be willing

That you think of me somewise.

Would God I might know you

To which quarter bended

And why comprehended

When sighings overflow you,

And if you must go through

Some certain despair,

For that you lose his care

Who was faithful always.

Ah, Heaven be willing

That you think of me these days.

Through never a moment

I’ve known how to live lest

All my thoughts but as one pressed

You-ward for their concernment.

May God send chastisement

If in this I belie me

And if it truth be

My own little green eyes.

Ah, Heaven be willing

That you think of me somewise.