Peasants, come and join the ring!”
Lines like these might emanate from an Arcadian singer of Fleet Street, but the daughters of Akakura must have lost all sense of the solemn festival they were affecting to celebrate. What they sang was this:
“My lad is handsome,
My lad is comely;
He has no money;
Sad is my heart.”
And again:
“Only to meet thee
Troubled my heart is;