Met Ye My Love? Ye Might In France Have Met Him; He Has A Wooing Smile, Who Sees Cannot Forget Him! Met Ye My Love? We Shared Full Many A Mile. Saw Ye My Love? In Lands Far-Off He Has Been, With His Yellow-Tinted Hair, In Egypt Such Ye Have Seen; Ye Knew My Love? I Was His Brother There. Heard Ye My Love? My Love Ye Must Have Heard, For His Voice When He Will Tinkles Like Cry Of A Bird; Heard Ye My Love? We Sang On A Grecian Hill. Behold Your Love, And How Shall I Forget Him, His Smile, His Hair, His Song? Alas, No Maid Shall Get Him For All Her Love, Where He Sleeps A Million Strong.