1. Black-haired and dark-eyed, for her love I pine,
Though oft for brunettes men lost their minds before,

2. With her I found delights past all design,
Though she makes my heart burn deep in hell's core,

3. In her I saw the meaning of beauty shine,
A meaning made the essence of all lore,

4. With arrows from her heavy hips that fine,
She hit her mark, though useless to fight war,

5. She wounded me while careless of her crime,
Unsure if 'twas her hips or brown hair's power,

6. For black hair and eyes I lost my mind,
Brunette who scorns all other girls so dour.