Pawnie birks
My men-engni shall be;
Yackors my dudes
Like ruppeney shine:
Atch meery chi!
Mā jal away:
Perhaps I may not dick tute
Kek komi.

LOVE-SONG
Your breasts as white as snow
Will be my pillows;
Those eyes of yours that shine
Like silver, will be the lamps of mine.
Stop, my dear girl!
Don't send me away:
Perhaps I'll never see
Your lovely face again.