. St. Nicholas [serial]. NCE on a time, so the ballad is sung,Two Chinamen, known as Y\ un Lung and Lung Chung,Lived happy and free where the temple bells rangOn the beautiful banks of the Yang-tse-Kiang. (Are they beautiful banks? Ive not traveled so far,But, to fit with my lay, we 11 assume that they are,For I ve built my refrain, with its far-eastern tang,On The beautiful banks of the Yang-tse-Kiang.) Wun Lung and Lung Chung were both handsome and young,In fact, said the people they mingled among,These two are undoubtedly stars of our gangOn the beautiful banks of the Yang-tse-Kiang! But ah
. St. Nicholas [serial]. NCE on a time, so the ballad is sung,Two Chinamen, known as Y\ un Lung and Lung Chung,Lived happy and free where the temple bells rangOn the beautiful banks of the Yang-tse-Kiang. (Are they beautiful banks? Ive not traveled so far,But, to fit with my lay, we 11 assume that they are,For I ve built my refrain, with its far-eastern tang,On The beautiful banks of the Yang-tse-Kiang.) Wun Lung and Lung Chung were both handsome and young,In fact, said the people they mingled among,These two are undoubtedly stars of our gangOn the beautiful banks of the Yang-tse-Kiang! But ah, when these model young men came to viewThe shy, tender grace of the maiden, Ah Chu,Their friendship blew up with a terrible bangOn the beautiful banks of the Yang-tse-Kiang. 912. There was blood in the eye of the splendid Wun Lung;There was fire in the heart of the dapper Lung Chung;\\ ith swords and with knives at each other they sprang,On the beautiful banks of the Yang-tse-Kiang. They fought by the riverside, day after day;For seven long days they continued the fray;And the clash of their swords made a clatter and clangOn the beautiful banks of the Yang-tse-Kiang. And little Ah Chu watched the battle with glee,While nibbling chop suey and sipping her tea,Till both of her swains in the river fell—-spang!From the beautiful banks of the Yang-tse-Kiang. Did little Ah Chu give a cry or a wail?Did little Ah Chu grow perceptibly pale?Ah, no! she ran off with a fellow named ChangFrom the beautiful banks of the Yang-tse-Kiang. Wun Lung and Lung Chung from the river climbed out,And both of them said, It is true beyond doubt—It stings to be stung in the way we were stang,On the beautiful banks of the Yang-tse-Kiang. And so they rubbed noses and swore to be friends
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