The Fung

Handsome the suitor was and stout,
Who for me in the lane looked out:
I should have gone with him I doubt.

Can I that suitor’s form forget,
Who for me in the hall did wait ?
That I held off I now regret.

I’m here, my broidered upper robe —
Concealed beneath a garment plain.
As lovely is my lower robe,

With the same guard ’gainst travel-stain.
O Sir, O Sir, come and me hence convey ;
Your waiting chariot I shall not delay !

I’m here, my broidered lower robe
Concealed beneath a garment plain.
As lovely is my upper robe,

With the same guard ’gainst travel-stain.
O Sir, O Sir, if you would only come, .
At once your chariot should convey me home!