swung;
And he merrily brushed by the green bam-
boos,
With his bill-hook over his shoulder hung.
And a uguisu sang in a tall cherry-tree
As the smiling old wife to the river-side
went:
"Oh, red is the sun!" she cheerily sang,
As she patiently over her washing bent.
"Oh, red is the sun! and the rice-fields green—