My Lady's Charms

In the carriage I ride,
A young wife at my side,
With a face like the hedge-rose fair;
And we ramble at will,
And mine eyes roam still
To the gems at her girdle there.
O handsome is she, the eldest Kiang,
Handsome truly, and debonair.

And when walking I go
She is with me, and O
Like the hedge-rose blooms her face;
And in rambling around
I can hear the sound
Of the gems that her girdle grace.
O handsome is she, the eldest Kiang, —
Her good name shall no time efface!