I was about to sail away in a junk, When suddenly I heard The sound of stamping and singing on the bank --- It was you and your friends come to bid me farewell. The Peach Flower Lake is a thousand fathoms deep, But it cannot compare, O Wang Lun, with the depth of your love for me.

Little Sally Waters Little Sally waters, Sitting in the sun, Crying and weeping, For a young man. Rise, Sally, rise, Dry your weeping eyes, Fly to the east, fly to the west, Fly to the one you love the best.

Long, long afterwards, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend. Long, long afterwards