1 The nine enclosures of the net The rud and bream keep tight. Our prince in dragon robe we see, And skirt with figures bright.

2 The geese brief time fly round the isles; Home bends the duke his way. 'Twas only for two passing nights He deigned with us to stay.

3 Back to the land now fly the geese; The duke comes not again. 'Twas only for two passing nights He could with us remain.

4 Short time the single dragon robe Among us we have had. Our duke O take not to the west, Nor bid our hearts be sad.