When the cold mountain breeze blew
More than often in the months of spring
Her rosy cheeks and her silky black hair
Added more to her golden ear-rings.
Rebecca or Becky as she was known
Was fascinated by no youthful lad
But even she slipped and fell for my love:
The brilliant and amiable Naveed!
Becky and Laz were my best of friends
But Naveed had his eyes and heart for me
That is why I kept swearing to God
By my loyal beloved shall I always be.