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KAM POU.
Of Kam Pou.
Kam Pou with the soft blue eyes,
He is my Uncle's man:
And Pou Tsi is my maid,
The sister of Kam Pou.
He is my Uncle's man:
And Pou Tsi is my maid,
The sister of Kam Pou.
Of Pou Tsi.
When Kam Pou is away,
I look at little Pou Tsi:
Her eyes are soft and blue,
But nothing so sweet as his!
I look at little Pou Tsi:
Her eyes are soft and blue,
But nothing so sweet as his!
Binding Sheaves.
Kam Pou in the barley-field
Binds his sheaves in the sun:
Float over the sun, ye clouds!
Lest it burn the white-faced boy!
Binds his sheaves in the sun:
Float over the sun, ye clouds!
Lest it burn the white-faced boy!
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The Uncle.
My Uncle is old and white,
And wise—in his own conceit:
He says I must wed Vulá,
But I will not, dear Kam Pou!
And wise—in his own conceit:
He says I must wed Vulá,
But I will not, dear Kam Pou!
The Garden Call.
Come to my garden, sweet,
After your sheaves are bound:
Pou Tsi, your sister dear
(And mine), will open the gate.
After your sheaves are bound:
Pou Tsi, your sister dear
(And mine), will open the gate.
Beware!
Look out for my Uncle, though,
His eyes are sharp and sly:
And he will slay you dead;
Then what would become of me?
His eyes are sharp and sly:
And he will slay you dead;
Then what would become of me?
Of Vulá.
I will not wed Vulá,
For all his junks of tea:
But thee, whose only wealth
Is a heart,—nay, two hearts now!
For all his junks of tea:
But thee, whose only wealth
Is a heart,—nay, two hearts now!
Art back again?
What! you are back again!
I did n't beckon you:
But since he has come so far,
Pou Tsi, you may let him in.
I did n't beckon you:
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Pou Tsi, you may let him in.
Shamefacedness.
But oh! he must be so still,
And never look in my face,
Because it will make me blush:
(He colors up to the eyes!)
And never look in my face,
Because it will make me blush:
(He colors up to the eyes!)
Kiss me, Sweet!
Pou Tsi, run back for my veil.
Here is a screen of trees:
You may kiss me in the mouth:
Do you love me, dear Kam Pou?
Here is a screen of trees:
You may kiss me in the mouth:
Do you love me, dear Kam Pou?
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