The Herd Boy's Song

Splashing water,

Luscious grass,

Somebody's child is herding an ox,

Riding his ox by the riverside,

Browsing ox;

Happy youth!

Away at dawn my ox I ride

And back again at eventide:

My rush hat shelters me from rain

In silks and sables what's to gain?

When the sun on his golden horse rides high

Down to the river go ox and I

When the sinking sun makes shadows creep

He carries me home on his back asleep.