“Oh, daughter of the great Ching-Chum,
Whose eyes like Kasian diamonds glow,
And wilt thou love thy Fa-fe-Fum,
My sweet, my lovely Ho-ang Ho?
“The swans their downy plumage lave
Where Lano’s wandering waters flow;
But can the swans of Lano’s wave
Compare with thee, my Ho-ang Ho?
“Six moons have traveled through the skies,
And softly gleamed on Kifing-O,