On the Banks of Ho

ON THE BANKS OF HO

The little boat of cypress rocks,
Rocks in the midst of Ho;
He was my lord, whose long dark locks
Divided in their downward flow.
Till death betide,
His bride,
I'll wed no other.
O Heaven! O mother!
Will you not understand your child?

The little boat of cypress rocks
There by the side of Ho;
He was my only one, whose locks
Divided in their downward flow.
Till death betide,
His bride,
I'll wed no other.
O Heaven! O mother!
Far from me be the thing defiled!
Will you not understand your child?