Divided Allegiance.
My Love is beautiful as day—
My Love is very fair:
The gold gleam of the sunset ray
Has nestled in Her hair.
The gold that in the Sun is set
Is all the gold that She will get;
I love her well. But yet. . . . . .but yet. . . . . .
My Round Rupee is greasy, dim—
More light than He should be;
Some bunnia must have "sweated" Him
Before He came to me.
All things that 'neath the Sun are set
I know my round Rupee can get;
I love Him well. But yet. . . . . .but yet. . . . . .